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Near what passes for a harbor, there is a crossroads marked by three towering stalagmites; a crevice in one of these holds what appears to be a body.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"They tower stilt-like above the crossroads, glassy black stalagmites. [...] There is something carved into it, a slight stepped recess, a little hollow in the tip of the stalagmite into which you might comfortably nestle. If, that is, the hollow were not occupied. By a body."''</ref> Tradition dictates that visitors should prostrate themselves to greet the lords of this colony.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Our records say, [...] that pilgrims to Xibalba should first greet its lords.""''</ref> However, upon further inspection, the bodies in the stalagmites are mere mannequins,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"[...] the figure's head tumbles from its neck. [...] The body creaks in its seat. It's a puppet! Nothing but a wooden mannequin, dressed up in Third City finery."''</ref> placed there for the amusement of the lords - who took great pleasure in the humiliation of the pilgrims as they bowed down to false idols.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Not so much a trial as a cruel joke [...] Thinking they were in the presence of the rulers of their city, they would prostrate themselves before the thrones. [The Priest-Kings] preferred their subjects humiliated; diminished.""''</ref>
Near what passes for a harbor, there is a crossroads marked by three towering stalagmites; a crevice in one of these holds what appears to be a body.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"They tower stilt-like above the crossroads, glassy black stalagmites. [...] There is something carved into it, a slight stepped recess, a little hollow in the tip of the stalagmite into which you might comfortably nestle. If, that is, the hollow were not occupied. By a body."''</ref> Tradition dictates that visitors should prostrate themselves to greet the lords of this colony.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Our records say, [...] that pilgrims to Xibalba should first greet its lords.""''</ref> However, upon further inspection, the bodies in the stalagmites are mere mannequins,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"[...] the figure's head tumbles from its neck. [...] The body creaks in its seat. It's a puppet! Nothing but a wooden mannequin, dressed up in Third City finery."''</ref> placed there for the amusement of the lords - who took great pleasure in the humiliation of the pilgrims as they bowed down to false idols.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Not so much a trial as a cruel joke [...] Thinking they were in the presence of the rulers of their city, they would prostrate themselves before the thrones. [The Priest-Kings] preferred their subjects humiliated; diminished.""''</ref>


This crossroad leads four ways: the black ravenglass road to the west; a red road to the east, its pavement engraved with designs of feathers and wings;<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The road is vibrant red, engraved with scenes of flight and chase. Avian imagery dominates, great crimson slabs adorned with feathers and wings"''</ref> a white alabaster road leading north and a yellow limestone road leading south.<ref name=":0" /> Both the white and red road end in sudden drops.
This crossroad leads four ways: the black ravenglass road to the west; a red road to the east, its pavement engraved with designs of feathers and wings;<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The road is vibrant red, engraved with scenes of flight and chase. Avian imagery dominates, great crimson slabs adorned with feathers and wings"''</ref>;a white alabaster road leading north and a yellow limestone road leading south.<ref name=":0" /> Both the white and red road end in sudden drops.


===Other Vistas===
===Other Vistas===
A grand arena is hewn directly into the river of ravenglass.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The space is gladiatorial, cavernous, hewn directly from the colossal vein of ravenglass into stepped arenas of rough-hewn seating."''</ref> The human remains in the arena appear to have belonged to faithful followers of the Priest-Kings,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Whoever these people were, they were not poor. There is jade and cinnabar and hammered gold here, ear-plugs and torcs bearing the likenesses of Third City deities."''</ref>, but it is unclear whether they were willing sacrifices or political prisoners.<ref name=":0" />
A gladitorial arena is hewn directly into the ravenglass.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The space is gladiatorial, cavernous, hewn directly from the colossal vein of ravenglass into stepped arenas of rough-hewn seating."''</ref> The human remains indicate faithful followers of the Priest-Kings<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Whoever these people were, they were not poor. There is jade and cinnabar and hammered gold here, ear-plugs and torcs bearing the likenesses of Third City deities."''</ref>, but it is unclear whether they were willing sacrifices or political prisoners.<ref name=":0" />


A lonely tree has survived on the edge of the dried river, bearing fruits in the shapes of skulls. According to legend, each skull belonged to an enemy of the Priest-Kings.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The leaves are brittle and grey, and hanging pendulously from each black-boned branch is a fruit as white as ivory, and familiarly shaped. "The stories say each fruit is the skull of a hero who stood against the lords of Xibalba.""''</ref>
A lonely tree has survived on the edge of the dried river, bearing fruits in the shapes of skulls. According to legend, each skull belonged to an enemy of the Priest-Kings.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"The leaves are brittle and grey, and hanging pendulously from each black-boned branch is a fruit as white as ivory, and familiarly shaped. "The stories say each fruit is the skull of a hero who stood against the lords of Xibalba.""''</ref>


===History===
===History===
Xibalba had been a Tomb-Colony like any other, but became the main center of power for the Priest-Kings once the Third City began to decline. The once great city is now lost,<ref name=":1" /> and all that is left is a barren landscape with the odd temple strewn across it. However...
Xibalba had been a Tomb-Colony like any other, but became the main centre of power for the Priest-Kings once the Third City began to decline. The once great city is now lost,<ref name=":1" /> and left is only a barren landscape with the odd temple strewn across it. However...


==Xibalba Ascendant==
==Xibalba Ascendant==
<blockquote>''You shamble along darkened causeways, through palace complexes. All here is blood sport and obeisance, black glass temples to the night-suns, to the Serpent, the Bird, the Cat.<ref name=":2">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"You shamble along darkened causeways, through palace complexes. All here is blood sport and obeisance, black glass temples to the night-suns, to the Serpent, the Bird, the Cat."''</ref>''</blockquote>The lost city of Xibalba, also known as The City of the White Scorpion, currently exists somewhere between the Is and the Is-Not.<ref name=":3">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Dust and death and smoke and glass. This place is insubstantial as a dream – as a city glimpsed through a conflagration. A word rises unbidden in your mind: Xibalba. The lost tomb-colony, nestled here between Is and Is-Not."''</ref> It is a dark place, filled with smoke and dust, with temples of glass and a ravenglass sky.<ref name=":3" /><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Glass gates and glass pillars shimmer in the smoke. Above, a black glass sky. The reflections of false-stars glitter like sharpened knives over the City of the White Scorpion."''</ref><ref name=":2" /> Its streets are inhabited by Tomb-Colonists, but upon closer inspection, all of them leak black smoke from their bandages - the telltale sign of inhabitation by a Priest-King. In fact, the city is empty except for the Priest-Kings; all the bodies found there are mere marionettes.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"This is no one, a shell hollowed out by the voracious minds of one of this place's lords, the rulers and only inhabitants, a thousand times over, of this black lost kingdom. Other bodies shamble around the City of the White Scorpion, leaking trails of vapour, the traces of a Priest-King's inhabitation. Once, perhaps, these were people, whole and entire, selfhoods full to bursting with idiosyncrasy. No longer; they have been eaten from within. Now only a hollow is left, barren enough to house your visiting mind without complaint."''</ref> The power of the Priest-Kings is such that they can ward out any attempt at telepathy.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"You do not belong here. Minds vaster and more ancient than your own swirl like an ill wind, driving you out, out, lest they take you within their fangs and—"''</ref>
<blockquote>''You shamble along darkened causeways, through palace complexes. All here is blood sport and obeisance, black glass temples to the night-suns, to the Serpent, the Bird, the Cat.<ref name=":2">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"You shamble along darkened causeways, through palace complexes. All here is blood sport and obeisance, black glass temples to the night-suns, to the Serpent, the Bird, the Cat."''</ref>''</blockquote>The lost city of Xibalba, also known as The City of the White Scorpion, currently exists somewhere between the Is and the Is-Not.<ref name=":3">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Dust and death and smoke and glass. This place is insubstantial as a dream – as a city glimpsed through a conflagration. A word rises unbidden in your mind: Xibalba. The lost tomb-colony, nestled here between Is and Is-Not."''</ref> It is a dark place, filled with smoke and dust, with temples of glass, and a black glass sky.<ref name=":3" /><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"Glass gates and glass pillars shimmer in the smoke. Above, a black glass sky. The reflections of false-stars glitter like sharpened knives over the City of the White Scorpion."''</ref><ref name=":2" /> Its streets are inhabited by Tomb-Colonists, but upon closer inspection, all of them leak black smoke from their bandages - the telltale sign of inhabitation by a Priest-King. In fact, the city is empty except for the Priest-Kings. All the bodies found there are mere marionettes for them.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"This is no one, a shell hollowed out by the voracious minds of one of this place's lords, the rulers and only inhabitants, a thousand times over, of this black lost kingdom. Other bodies shamble around the City of the White Scorpion, leaking trails of vapour, the traces of a Priest-King's inhabitation. Once, perhaps, these were people, whole and entire, selfhoods full to bursting with idiosyncrasy. No longer; they have been eaten from within. Now only a hollow is left, barren enough to house your visiting mind without complaint."''</ref> Waking minds are even driven out entirely.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''"You do not belong here. Minds vaster and more ancient than your own swirl like an ill wind, driving you out, out, lest they take you within their fangs and—"''</ref>


Priests of the [[The Copper|Copper]] hope to one day be able to visit the city of Xibalba. One way to do so involves performing a blood-sacrifice.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Show me. I have done as I was bid. Show me. [...] Take me to Xibalba.""''</ref>
Priests of the [[The Copper|Copper]] hope to one day be able to visit the city of Xibalba. One way to do so involves performing a blood-sacrifice.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Path_of_Blood_and_Smoke|The Path of Blood and Smoke|Fallen London|}} ''""Show me. I have done as I was bid. Show me. [...] Take me to Xibalba.""''</ref>


==An Ill-Fated Voyage==
==An Ill-Fated Voyage==
<blockquote>''Perhaps they know the Name. Perhaps they took it and hid it behind a black mirror. What do you think of that, eh?''<ref name=":4">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Northbound_Parliamentarian|The Northbound Parliamentarian|Fallen London|}} ''""I got the captain drunk enough and he took us right there. They feared me, you know. They fear those who seek the Name. Perhaps we can undo everything they've built. Perhaps they know the Name. Perhaps they took it and hid it behind a black mirror. What do you think of that, eh?""''</ref></blockquote>Thanks to a drunk captain and a little intrigue, a group of around six travelers once ended up on Xibalba, and (if their recountings are to be believed) even the City of the White Scorpion itself. Most of the travelers still suffer from nightmares to this day. Among the group was the Northbound Parliamentarian, who noted that those she met feared the Name and the ones seeking it.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Reclusive_Turophile|The Reclusive Turophile|Fallen London|}} ''""Whether the captain was a drunken fool or just a drunk, I don't know. But we ended up in the wrong tomb-colony! An awful place. It was bad enough to have to leave at all, but this place! Ruled over by ancient tyrants! Serpent, Red Bird and Cat. He wasn't even a nice cat!""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Bawdy_Cardsharp|The Bawdy Cardsharp|Fallen London|}} ''""I don't know how drunk you have to be to miss a whole tomb-colony, but our captain managed it. The place we ended up was called Zi... Zib... something. I don't know how to say these d__ned foreign words. Anyway, I heard from one of the locals that the chaps in charge have been around for near a thousand years. And none of yer funny cider either. They pass from body to body, like rats fleeing a house. Or bats out of a belfry... you can see them sometimes, in the streets, or fancy you can. A sort of smoke, around the bandages. They're not like the other tomb-colonists. But sometimes I wonder if they were the first...""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Libertarian_Esotericist|The Libertarian Esotericist|Fallen London|}} ''""Well, you see our captain was a drunk. And he landed at the wrong tomb-colony. I tried to make notes, but something about the place isn't conducive to a written record... let me see. A river of scorpions: did I imagine that? Was it a metaphor for something? ...no, I can recall quite clearly the sound of the thing. Like a school-yard full of vicious children. They would take bets, you know, on who might sink fastest... but it's the abysm-glass that haunts me. If you ever go there, don't look into it. But don't ever go there." He talks more of the horrors of the City of the White Scorpion. You won't sleep easily tonight."''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Cat-Beset_Perfectionist |The Cat-Beset Perfectionist |Fallen London|}} ''""I don't want to speak ill of the chap, but the fact was our captain was a drunk. He landed us at the wrong port. It turns out that there's more Tomb-Colonies than most people think. The ones commonly known are the pleasant ones. The ones the... they don't mind you seeing. The port where we put in... like a slice out of a different time, do y'see? A time before the Kings shrivelled. Glass gates, glass pillars... I tried to paint it. I tried.. The canvas isn't safe to burn, what's left of it. I keep it in my lumber-room, where I can't hear it of a night.." There's more, though the details become incoherent. Was this a real voyage or a honey-dream?"''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Paronomastic_Newshound|The Paronomastic Newshound|Fallen London|}} ''""I've never been sure. It might just have been Venderbight. That d__n fool of a captain got us lost. We were delayed a week, and when we landed... we were fierce with thirst and half-mad with terror. We didn't know what we were seeing. Dust and death and smoke and glass. Dust and death and smoke and glass..." His eyes grow misty, and his voice acquires a sing-song rhythm: but then he snaps out of it. "Three of them: the Snake, the Red Bird, the Cat. I think they started human, but it's hard to tell now. We came knocking, and they gave us water, and their price wasn't so very high. Write a headline for that, eh? But listen: if you ever end up there, know this. They play games, and they don't cheat. We only got out because the Cardsharp beat them at rummy.""''</ref><ref name=":4" />
<blockquote>''Perhaps they know the Name. Perhaps they took it and hid it behind a black mirror. What do you think of that, eh?''<ref name=":4">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Northbound_Parliamentarian|The Northbound Parliamentarian|Fallen London|}} ''""I got the captain drunk enough and he took us right there. They feared me, you know. They fear those who seek the Name. Perhaps we can undo everything they've built. Perhaps they know the Name. Perhaps they took it and hid it behind a black mirror. What do you think of that, eh?""''</ref></blockquote>As a result of a drunk captain and a little intrigue, a group of around six travelers once ended up on Xibalba, and, if their recountings are to be believed, even the City of the White Scorpion itself. Most of the travelers still suffer from nightmares to this day. Among the group was the Northbound Parliamentarian, who noted that those she met feared the Name and the ones seeking it.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Reclusive_Turophile|The Reclusive Turophile|Fallen London|}} ''""Whether the captain was a drunken fool or just a drunk, I don't know. But we ended up in the wrong tomb-colony! An awful place. It was bad enough to have to leave at all, but this place! Ruled over by ancient tyrants! Serpent, Red Bird and Cat. He wasn't even a nice cat!""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Bawdy_Cardsharp|The Bawdy Cardsharp|Fallen London|}} ''""I don't know how drunk you have to be to miss a whole tomb-colony, but our captain managed it. The place we ended up was called Zi... Zib... something. I don't know how to say these d__ned foreign words. Anyway, I heard from one of the locals that the chaps in charge have been around for near a thousand years. And none of yer funny cider either. They pass from body to body, like rats fleeing a house. Or bats out of a belfry... you can see them sometimes, in the streets, or fancy you can. A sort of smoke, around the bandages. They're not like the other tomb-colonists. But sometimes I wonder if they were the first...""''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Libertarian_Esotericist|The Libertarian Esotericist|Fallen London|}} ''""Well, you see our captain was a drunk. And he landed at the wrong tomb-colony. I tried to make notes, but something about the place isn't conducive to a written record... let me see. A river of scorpions: did I imagine that? Was it a metaphor for something? ...no, I can recall quite clearly the sound of the thing. Like a school-yard full of vicious children. They would take bets, you know, on who might sink fastest... but it's the abysm-glass that haunts me. If you ever go there, don't look into it. But don't ever go there." He talks more of the horrors of the City of the White Scorpion. You won't sleep easily tonight."''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Cat-Beset_Perfectionist |The Cat-Beset Perfectionist |Fallen London|}} ''""I don't want to speak ill of the chap, but the fact was our captain was a drunk. He landed us at the wrong port. It turns out that there's more Tomb-Colonies than most people think. The ones commonly known are the pleasant ones. The ones the... they don't mind you seeing. The port where we put in... like a slice out of a different time, do y'see? A time before the Kings shrivelled. Glass gates, glass pillars... I tried to paint it. I tried.. The canvas isn't safe to burn, what's left of it. I keep it in my lumber-room, where I can't hear it of a night.." There's more, though the details become incoherent. Was this a real voyage or a honey-dream?"''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Paronomastic_Newshound|The Paronomastic Newshound|Fallen London|}} ''""I've never been sure. It might just have been Venderbight. That d__n fool of a captain got us lost. We were delayed a week, and when we landed... we were fierce with thirst and half-mad with terror. We didn't know what we were seeing. Dust and death and smoke and glass. Dust and death and smoke and glass..." His eyes grow misty, and his voice acquires a sing-song rhythm: but then he snaps out of it. "Three of them: the Snake, the Red Bird, the Cat. I think they started human, but it's hard to tell now. We came knocking, and they gave us water, and their price wasn't so very high. Write a headline for that, eh? But listen: if you ever end up there, know this. They play games, and they don't cheat. We only got out because the Cardsharp beat them at rummy.""''</ref><ref name=":4" />


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