Pale flesh pulled taut over malformed bone. A sharp, protruding nose; a twinkling human eye. An endlessly grinning mouth, stretching back well beyond any human jaw. An eel?
Eels: a Fifth City delicacy, and an ichthyological mystery. It is eel migration season in the Neath, and the Stolen River runs black with slippery bodies. But where does their migration end? And why does this specimen have an unsettlingly human face? Eat inadvisable zeefood; track the creatures to their spawning ground; find an answer to the why of eels.
You meet a Saucy Commis, who winks at you prettily; and a Saucier Saucier, who propositions you in a shockingly bold manner.
Fallen London may have spent years establishing the Adjective Noun naming system and setting countless stories in or around kitchens just to set up for making this joke.
Has anyone got the result for āShake him offā (I assume successfully)? My computer skipped that result for some reason, sending me first back to the screen to select it then straight on to the next research section.
Hell of a story! Of all the places it might have gone, I wasnāt expecting it to be The Enigma of Amigara Fault but with eels. āThis is eelsā hole! It was made for eels!ā sort of thing.
Slight lore thought: Is there a possible connection between the Labyrinth of Eels, Zenith and Piranesi. Obviously Zenithās wings of change calls itself āThe Law of Piranesiā but on a more direct level they all seem to have the same mechanic (trapping individuals in the space until they have changed so significantly as to no longer be themselves).
Important note: the more shocking ending of this (shocking) ES references the (shocking) quality you could get from the (shocking) recent ES Memories of Mozart, also written by Harry Tuffs (shocking). I wonder if thereāll be a third one, to make a nice body horror trilogy?
I said about Memories of Mozart itās not for the squeamish. I have no idea what to tell the squeamish about this one. For me it was super funny because in real life I find seafood revolting. But this is Fallen London where anything goes, soā¦ Bon appetit!
Iāve run around, so to speak in the Zub department. Canāt get my scandal or suspicion down (and stay down) to petitionā¦ And I donāt have one Iām wondering if I should just quit while Iām ahead
Another Exceptionally Exceptional Story from Harry Tuffs, with bonus gruesome eel artwork. I enjoyed this one immensely ā it was engaging and satisfying (in both a narrative and gustatory sense) from the very start. And now Iām very curious about what exactly is going on inside the Labyrinth of Eels. Ruins? Prisoners? A warden? How intriguing!
One of the best ES Iāve read in a long time! I was already an HT fan but this makes me want to look up everything else heās done in FL and his other games, too. The writing was great, I didnāt feel railroaded, and I loved the queer ship. Great addition to the general worldbuilding, too.
