Welcome, Delicious Friends…
”Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires. But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.
But then YOU arrived.”
Miles below the surface of the Earth, nestled beside the Stolen River, lies the bustling city of London. It’s a lovely place, with the most charming of people (if you don’t count the madmen, murderers, honey-addled or Rubbery, that is), and with incredible real-estate to boot. Veilgarden nourishes budding poets and socialites alike with liquor and Prisoner’s Honey, a substance which transports the user into dreamlike worlds. Ladybones Road is perfect for those who wish to test their intellect by solving crimes or riddles, spies who wish to get tattooed with the latest encryptions, or haunted souls on their way to the underworld via the railroad that passes through. If you prefer taking care of your problems with your fists over your mind, then Watchmaker’s Hill lets you hunt all manners of beasts for coin, and if you’re particularly sticky-fingered, then you can likely find a home in the dim alleys of Spite.
While London itself is ruled by the Mayor, and Her Enduring Majesty above them, the Bazaar seems to be largely controlled by the Masters. Mysterious, enigmatic figures, they dictate a large part of the city’s business and economy through their various trades. It’s incredibly difficult to seek counsel with them- even more so than the royal family!- but they claim to have London’s best interest in heart. Some, however, take this claim with a grain of salt.
The world of the Neath is mysterious and bizarre. Odd sigils that speak of romance line the Bazaar’s walls, and, if studied too closely, can make one’s eyes bleed. It’s nigh impossible for someone to die, save for old age and being hacked up into bits and pieces (although if one attempts to return to the Surface after this false death, they will swiftly perish). Spiders the size of kittens roam caverns and crevices, devils and men with the faces of Squid conduct business alongside Londoners, and colors previously unimaginable paint the underground with new rainbows.
It’s an incredible, if not somewhat disturbing place.
And always remember- in matters of the Bazaar, look to love. Always.
Hello, all. I’m Echo, and I’m looking to be your GM this fine evening.
If y’all don’t know, Fallen London is a free browser game featuring a world in the 1800s, where London was taken underground by bats, and now has to deal with eldritch abominations, sudden immortality, demons, and surreal worlds behind mirrors on a daily basis. If Lovecraftian Horror, tales of romance, and dark humor appeals to you whatsoever, then this game-based roleplay is for you. My synopsis is pretty bare bones compared to the sheer wealth of lore within the game, and the bits and pieces I plan on incorporating into this story, but I plan on putting down more once the RP is officially made (and if anyone happens to have any questions, of course). So yeah, if you’re interested, or simply want to ask about the lore and setting, feel free to drop a message or PM me- I’ll try to get back to you as soon as I can. C:
