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If we want to shift over to America my reclusive Chilean mountain dwarves could be deployed
Well, I'll put my name in for tentative consideration, if anyone else wants the they are more than welcome to it, but I'd be happy to take the mantle.

Also, not sure I have the energy for a full nation sheet right now, but I'd like to reserve most/all of Scandinavia, including or excluding Denmark, for my odd viking/mongol/carthaginian hybrid, if folks are OK with that.
I could Co-GM, if need be, but apart from an obsessive knowledge of military history I'm not sure there is a great deal I'd bring to the table. If that's what you need, though, then I'm right here.

Also, are we to just carve out bits and pieces of that there map you've got? And is that map meant to be accurate, or is it in the game as it is in real life, a warped, incorrect version of reality?
Oh yeah man. Get in the OOC and whip up a character, and you're welcome aboard this wild ride through


also, another link to the OOC:

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/81769-the-sunken-city-a-journey-through-fallen-london/ooc
Interested. I always liked the time period, but I never see it much represented in RPs or in fiction in general. Do I need to post a nation here, or is there going to be a move to an OOC where that shit will start?
I would be interested in this. There are a bajillion fallout RPs on this site apparently, but I could use an Advanced one.
Bump.

Also, remember gentlemen and ladies: head over to the OOC and start getting characters whipped up.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/81769-the-sunken-city-a-journey-through-fallen-london/ooc

The real OOC, because I am lazy. Please still post here for them sweet, sweet bumps.
The year is 1890, and London sits below the surface of the world, nestled among terrors and insanities in the subterranean cavern known as the Neath. The city was stolen by bats in the year 1862, and was pulled beneath the surface for reasons unknown to the rest of the surface world. Time continued its inexorable march, and once tentative communication was established with the Fallen City a decade and a half ago, the Surface has come to know the Neath through bits and pieces; fragments of tales and memories and missives to those of us left behind beneath the sun.

Stories about a malicious Bazaar and its hooded accomplices. About Hell and Devils and their tastes in fashion and Jazz. Of Living Icebergs, of the Neathbow's mind-warping colors and men with squids for heads. Of how death is difficult to come by, and how the echoes on the Underzee drive the bravest Zailors mad. Of the knives of Jack-of-Smiles and the leathery wings of the Vake. Of Names and Candles and Mirrors and Dreams and Brass and Salt and Judgement.

Enter our protoagonists, a small group, little more than strangers, on a boat down the Cumaean Canal. No two are the same, but all are united by a letter that rests in their possession. A missive, bidding them down to the cold dark mystery of the Neath, promising them no less than their Heart's Desire, and ended with a name signed in searing red ink: The Debonair Pianist

This here is the OOC. Post anything you want, and throw up characters here in a hider, for approval.



The year is 1890, and London sits below the surface of the world, nestled among terrors and insanities in the subterranean cavern known as the Neath. The city was stolen by bats in the year 1862, and was pulled beneath the surface for reasons unknown to the rest of the surface world. Time continued its inexorable march, and once tentative communication was established with the Fallen City a decade and a half ago, the Surface has come to know the Neath through bits and pieces; fragments of tales and memories and missives to those of us left behind beneath the sun.

Stories about a malicious Bazaar and its hooded accomplices. About Hell and Devils and their tastes in fashion and Jazz. Of Living Icebergs, faceless murderers and men with squids for heads. Of how death is difficult to come by, and how the echoes on the Underzee drive the bravest Zailors mad. Of Names and Candles and Mirrors and Knives and Brass and Salt and Judgement.

Enter our protoagonists, a small group, only recently come together, on a boat down the Cumean Canal, each having received a letter summoning them to the alien world beneath the surface, each letter unique, each promising one's Heart's Desire, and each sent by the same person: The Debonair Pianist

So, the game is one of mystery, madness and longing. No players have ever been to the Neath, and have heard almost nothing about it. Communication to the surface is difficult, and those from the depths that emerge in the Sun's light usually are consumed in flames. The setting of Fallen London is a property of a shitty browser game and an excellent boat roguelike, but this particular RP is aimed directly at those who have never experienced either, and requires nor permits in character foreknowledge. Each character is summoned for their own reasons, their only uniting quality their new contact, the Pianist.

As much as I want to absolutely fill this post with tantalizing secrets, I fear it would ruin all the surprises that are nestled within the Neath. Anyone interested?
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