#unterzee

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Gaider’s Mourn

The Mourn is a stalagmite vast as a crag, a pirate haven defiantly perched on the centre of the Zee like a vast spider in its web. Step carefully.

[xordxord]

*a minor inconvenience occurs* fuck it this time im really going east. ill take my chances with salt over this shit. TRAVELLER GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

[esteemed-excellency]

epic fail AND epic win moment

[bishopofstdiesis]

So let's talk zubmanines. These were early attempts at creating my in game "ship" Lady Crow Leviathan. Clearly, with all the lights & tech this is more scifi than "Fallen London" which is the only reason I count them as a fail for my ship.

This does, however, mean that if any other players, or RPer's, want these as their ship/zub they are welcome to them. If you use MidJourney & want to modify off these, let me know if you want the job ID.

Happy zailing.

[falkberg]

As the Crescent Fortune ventures into the unknown, I am reminded of the olden days at the shores of Fallen London. 

Following the fires of distant lightships, one would dare the dark waves of the darkest ocean, seeking out its shadowy depths for closure, vengeance, and treasure. Think of the monstrous beast carrying an entire city on its back. How marvelous are its shining amber eyes, how mighty its gargantuan claws. If such wonders exist deep beneath the streets of our erstwhile world...how much greater must the secrets of the Sunless Skies be? 

Musing such thoughts of valiant anticipation and remembrance we may enjoy the view just a little bit longer before the cold encroaches onto the decks and we must huddle around the warmth of the engine’s boiler room. 

[lordofthewindsong]

@unterzee

It was a nice day - one of those bright and sunny ones, warm but not too warm. A gentle tropical breeze wafted through the air, bringing with it the smell of the sea, and also various Tropical Fruits and the like. In other words, too good a day to spend cooped up and languishing inside, with weary and bitter complaints of “woe is me, I’m dyin’, my wife, my son, they don’t know where I am an’ must miss me so terribly...”

Naturally, the one day Levin wanted to go outside and relax was the one day his legs just absolutely decided to quit working on him. Oh, sure, he was able to lean against walls and the railways of the pier, and they’d actually move - but trying to do that without support? His legs may well have been jello!

As a result, he’s only able to get a few incredibly unsteady feet away from the pier before his legs collapse under him, and, well. He accomplished his goal. He’s outside. That’s what he wanted, right? To be outside, and enjoy the day? He can enjoy the day... perfectly fine... right here.

And so he does, for a few hours, at least. He’s quite enjoying himself on the sand, actually, when something - someone - trips over him, and knocks the wind out of him with an “oof”.

Slowly, Levin drags himself into a sitting position, blinking at whoever it was. “You all right there?” he asks, because he’s a decent enough person to be concerned - but he’s also not without snark. “I’m sorry. Didn’t realize this was gonna be a common walkway when I got here.”

(Obviously, it wasn’t too far from the pier leading into this region’s housing, and obviously he’d come this way pretty recently himself, but!)

[pelagic-eye]

Sunless Sea took my breath away aeons ago and inspired me to draw a lot.

Sunless Sea давно покорила мое сердце и часто служит вдохновением для рисования.

[kleingeistfalkberg]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrHVWkdFLuI)