“Go,” the veiled woman says. Fallen London and Sunless Sea are set in the same universe, and the two games do bleed into each other. “Oh yes,” the University's Maritime Liaison whispers breathily. These events trigger when you dock and certain conditions are met.

This interaction appears if you have the following: Wolfstack Dockscan be explored at your own peril. His skill is significant; his reputation, more so. explains, teeth glinting. Provide a Secret to prove yourself worthy of entry. That night, you wait behind the vestry with a rented wagon full of stones. POST-FINAL REVISED EXCEPTIONAL EDITION. When last you see his name, it's on a Mahogany Hall hand-bill, as the Bone-Chronicler who tells fortunes on stage. Your Lodgingswhere you sleep and read the morning paper. “Are you waiting for the Ministry men? “We have something for you - and we wanted you to have this, our work.

That was wise. Who are you working for now? Your skills and alliances and your knowledge of the Flit-ways is enough to get the stone up, though your zailors are green with terror by the end of it.
A greatcoat-clad figure waits in the shadow of a crane.

Fallen London is not the only power in the Unterzee. This interaction appears if you have the following: You can also pick up more of the Lost and Damned in the form of Additionally, certain locations are only accessible after certain conditions are met. We won't insult you with payment, but we've brought supplies to defray your costs. “We have instructions," he says quietly. “We require an altar, and we must use one of these - objects." Yes, this brings the Day much closer. 4. She hisses with delight as she examines what you've brought. Sunless Sea Wiki is a Fandom Gaming Community. FALLEN LONDON! “Squash them f-f-flat. The Shrine moves constantly, but you have directions from Penstock.
All voyages start here: and this is where successful voyages end.She's the greatest city in the Unterzee. A furrow-browed old gentleman with a mild and sheeply gaze samples the honey. You've sent your zailors back to the ship. An emigrant will pay to be taken north, to Venderbight. “A difficult brew,” Gaston says gnomically. Failbetter Games are a boutique video game studio based in Southwark, London. Its altar is a stool, with the icon of St Joshua set upon it. He seems disinclined to look you in the eye. Here's your reward.A smiling woman in an elegant jonquil gown places a gloved hand on your arm. “A difficult brew,” Gaston says gnomically. The urchin Slivvy has arranged cradles for the rocks. Does the Bazaar rule the Church? Her skin glows with health. He does look up, then. The better your Lodgings, the better the quality of your retirement. Explore the immersive and darkly delightful world of Fallen London in a free, browser-based, literary RPG which first launched in 2009. They'll sleep there until the journey is done.This interaction becomes available if you have the following: When the door opens, a veiled woman in midnight-blue gestures curtly. She serves a certain Power - a bright one, but not a friendly one.

A scarf conceals its face. Here's your money.” A phaeton pulls up beside you, slewing dangerously.

You had something to drink, but beyond that it's a little hazy.

Special Constables - black uniforms, distinctive caps, the badge of the Ministry of Public Decency - wait with a cart. Fallen Londonhas a variety of locations: 1. “Oh yes. But you must, if you wish to fulfil Penstock's commission. An eager-seeming crowd of zailors consumed all the beer you buy and then melts away. He leans forward and whispers the directions to the Backmost Stairs, the secret Flit-route that you've never travelled. You had something to drink, but beyond that it's a little hazy. Your knuckles are bloody (your blood, you think) and your shirt bloody likewise (probably not yours, unless your blood is slick and greenish). Fallen London and Sunless Sea are set in the same universe, and the two games do bleed into each other. Though it's unsigned, of course.” It retreats into the dockside mist, leaving behind a dank odour; a packing-crate; and some love poetry... “I want to go back to zee, captain!” one moans. One by one, they rise, uncomplainingly, with no trace of stiffness or discomfort from the long voyage.

A shroomyard manager waits on dock, tapping her foot.