Greetings, I am Sir Reinol von Lorica, fascinating and shred gentleman. Currently a minor poet and I strive to be more though I only spent a few days in Fallen London so far. Do not mistake my appearance, I assure you I am a gentleman
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Reinol%20von%20Lorica
edited by Reinol von Lorica on 6/26/2017
Oi then.
The name’s Rodion Karn. Time was, I was well known as a bounty hunter. Topside, that is. Suppose those days is past now. I was wronged real bad, ye see. Don’t know much about the chap, only ‘is initials, M.S., an’ that he fled 'ere. The fallen city. That, and that 'e’s a dead man once I find 'im. For all that, 'oweva, seems Oi’m the newest resident of this city under the ground. Cheers, aye. Pleased to meet ya.
I played for a good while, once upon a time. Then life got in the way and I didn’t have the time. All those classic troubles. Annnd now I can’t remember half the story I knew! So here I am with a new character and a new start. Greetings again!
Welcome to Fallen London!
There’s an election happening. It’s very exciting.
We’re all very worked-up over it, too.
… I’m Tystefy.
CONNECTION LOST
edited by Tystefy on 6/30/2017
Comic inside:
Hi, guys! I’m back! Not entirely back, because the reasons why I stopped posting still exist (basically, needing all free time I could muster to work on my personal projects, particularly my ten-year-old comic strip), but when I got the e-mail from Failbetter about the new election, I suddenly missed this game and this forum so much that I had to come back for a little. I’ll probably not engage in in-game roleplay, but I’ll probably post a bit in the forums for fun. I have a half-written thing from last year that I might finish and post soon. ;) I apologize in advance for all invitations I couldn’t accept when I was away from the game. I can’t promise I’ll never skip an invitation ever again, but I’ll certainly be entering FL during election, so there’s that. :3
You can hit me on any of my profiles below. I’ll take protegés, if they need a Watchful teacher. ^^
Welcome back! Just in time for a good hat.
Professor Strix! OMG, it’s so nice to see you again! Welcome back!
[quote=Professor Strix]Comic inside:
Hi, guys! I’m back! Not entirely back, because the reasons why I stopped posting still exist (basically, needing all free time I could muster to work on my personal projects, particularly my ten-year-old comic strip), but when I got the e-mail from Failbetter about the new election, I suddenly missed this game and this forum so much that I had to come back for a little. I’ll probably not engage in in-game roleplay, but I’ll probably post a bit in the forums for fun. I have a half-written thing from last year that I might finish and post soon. ;) I apologize in advance for all invitations I couldn’t accept when I was away from the game. I can’t promise I’ll never skip an invitation ever again, but I’ll certainly be entering FL during election, so there’s that. :3
You can hit me on any of my profiles below. I’ll take protegés, if they need a Watchful teacher. ^^[/quote]
Good to see you, Strix.
Hope you’ve been doing well.
Aw, guys, thanks! Glad to see you all here. I really missed this place. ^^ And Estelle, yes, it was a very good hat, I’m pleasantly suprised. :D
Posting because participating in this community is quickly turning into an absolute delight! I’m mezzocarattere, currently in the 'Neath as Chivioletta. I played years ago, took a hiatus, and am very happy to be back and receiving all kinds of in-character messages from well-written strangers.
Chivioletta, currently of no importance, presents as a flighty Bohemian-cum-Society woman with practised manners, a quick tongue, and taste that runs a bit towards the outré. Under the surface, she’s an unabashed Hedonist and sensation-seeker with ties to Hell, who Spirifies on the side and is admitted to the House of Chimes due to her “private talents.” Her ultimate loyalties are to the Great Game and, of course, her Heart’s Desire. She welcomes all social actions and is particularly delighted to be licentious and/or scandalous.
Ah, another player of the Game… although something tells me our loyalties diverge somewhat.
Hope to see you around on the forums, then!
While out for an evening stroll along the waterfront, you spy Slowcake’s Amanuensis shuffling hurriedly down the Docks, his eyes darting around nervously. Suddenly, the oily little man stiffens like a rabbit catching the sound of a distant hound. Then you hear it too: the rhythmic thumping of heavy boots on cobblestones. You turn and see commotion in a nearby crowd: a crash, followed by curses from sailors as a lamppost keels over in the distance.
Slowcake’s Amanuensis fidgets with his notebook as he looks for an escape, but the only nearby door leads into a raucous dockside tavern.
The Amanuensis looks like a fly trapped in a web. He stares hopelessly at the tavern door, then back at the broken lamppost. He takes a deep, sorrowful breath, holds his nose, and dives into the bar.
Meanwhile the crowd of cursing sailors parts as a teetering sedan chair careens towards you! Two clay men carrying the chair just manage to avoid you, but not before tipping the sedan chair into a fishmonger’s pile of bait fish.
In a fluid motion that’s distressingly well-practiced, a young, leggy person-of-indistinct-gender hops out of the overturned sedan chair while tossing a heavy coin purse to the exasperated merchant. The fishmonger’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he opens the purse, and he begins to hurriedly wrap up the choicest bits of his remaining stock for his enigmatic benefactor.
The handsome Londoner adjusts a disgruntled top hat and smooths out their alarmingly-shaded dress before extracting a brilliantly bejeweled cane from a nearby fish pile. You shield your eyes from both the cane and the eye-watering dress as the person of dubious importance strides up to you.
“Pardon me my good fellow, but did you happen to see a short, fidgety man run by just now?”
Their broad smile dips a bit when you don’t respond, ”Oh, pardon me! Where are my manners?”
Their crimson eyes gleam as they pump your hand vigorously with their meticulously-laced leather gloves, “The Six Handed Merchant, at your service! My mates call me ‘Six’. What are my wares, you ask? Why information of course!”
The Six Handed Merchant launches into a well-rehearsed spiel, complete with sweeping hand gestures: ”From the rumors of the streets to the mysteries of science! From the wonders of the zee to the secrets of the Correspondence: I traverse the web of London’s secrets! If its truth you seek, I am your investigator! I am also free for private investigations, police consultations, lectures, book signings, Correspondence classes, opera commissions, honey dreams and parties of all shapes and sizes. No name-seekers, please.”
Six ends with a sweeping bow, but eyes you quizzically when you don’t react. “You…haven’t heard of me? Well, that’s fortunate for us both, because I’m afraid that I am too busy for autographs. I am in the middle of an important case: The Case of Slowcake and my Missing Third Star!”
“Come George! Come Garfield!” Six calls out to the two clay men extricating the sedan chair from the fish stand, “We must press on before the trail gets cold!”
Good evening everyone! :) Feel free to send me whatever roleplaying, forum or in-game or (non-hostile) social interactions you like! And Six will see you in Fallen London!
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edited by Six Handed Merchant on 11/22/2018
Why, I didn’t see you there! You aren’t one of those boors from the Constabulary, are you… Regardless!
I should introduce myself. Tybalt Serpentseer, Magician of the Glass and Pursuer of my Heart’s Desires! You may have heard of me after that… inconvenient business at the palace.
While I try my best to remain a gentleman of varied and extended interests, my passion lies in the fantasies and… facinating truths that one might find exporing the mysteries of the human psyche, and the mirrored gateways that link to it. My personal research leads me down paths one might consider unsavoury, but one can hardly understand the weaknesses of glass without shattering and mending it again, can they?
I welcome any and all who would join me in exporing the mysteries of Parabola, and all things ophidian! Of course, there is honey to be had, and wild words to be shared on the way to shattering the limits of the expected, and some might say, the reasonable. Join me… And dream of a Night most Liberated!
O-oh! Hello my uh-oh… Im new down here. I belive that is apparent isn’t it? Oh I tought so… In fact Im still learning this spoken language of yours. Lamproach? Oh no, no. I mean, what? Correspondence? Im sorry Im afraid I don’t know this language too. What I mean to say is that Im still learning the city language, english is not my mother tongue you see? I came from a empire in the new world. Yeah we have a kings too. No they do not stay secluded in silent mansions, Oh nevermind, actually they do. Sorry Im a little nervous, is that a…oh dear, they can simply walk in the streets? A rubber…rubbery man you say? I still have much to learn you see? Oh thanks for your help. No I do not have a place to stay yet? Seriously?! This is magnificent! Your house is just down there? Thank you very much. But uh, are you sure that it’s safe to walk through this Alley? I see, I see. Thank you ag-
Well, I suppose it is time I make an appearance here, an official introduction, so to speak. You may call me Achanei, down here in the Neath, where I intend to stay for a while. Quite a fascinating place, really, it will keep me busy for some time I suspect.
I have been keeping my head low since I got here some months ago, came down on a boat, actually - some rather fervent fellow, was always going on about the Sun. Anyways, I am trading in secrets and doing favours, and while I will maintain a measure of discreetness that has served me well so far, if anyone is interested in some mutually beneficial collaboration, I am always happy to make new , delicious friends. I am currently mostly busy with making a bit of a splash in the upper reins of London’s society, but there are plenty of other things I have cooking, too. I maintain a few addresses here and there, so if anyone wants to find me, you know how.
Be aware that I will be taking a few trips around the zee in the near future, as I have recently won my first ship in a certain game and will be making some use of it on some quixotic quest or another.
Just an update: I will no longer be accepting private dinner requests from strangers. I’m reserving my Free Evenings for my protege. Feel free to beat up on my plant, though. I barely look after it anyway.
So, things are little odd here, cause we got one of us whose been throughout the city for years, and is near the top of his game at everything (except sneaking, old dolt’s too heavy). Next we have two newcomers, just got here today, and are enjoying the Neathly delights/beginning a long screaming fall into oblivion. Either way, they’re all hopping about, and I’m here to speak for them. Pleasure to you all.
Hello! Delicious to meet you all. I have been quietly corrupting my corner of Fallen London for a while, but I’m returning after some time dealing with some Surface business. I’m new to social actions etc so happy to make acquaintances and open to investigating areas of mutual benefit.
Yours in shadow,
Presque Parfois
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/presqueparfois
edited by presqueparfois on 10/18/2017
Good evening, delicious friends! Please allow me introduce myself. My name is Vali, and I am a completely new face in the world of Fallen London. I have already made two characters, and I am slowly becoming immersed in this mysteriously dark and gothic world.
Please, feel free to become well-aquatinted with my characters! Their profiles are in my signature (I hope…I always was did have a hard time with technology). I must warn you though, my schedule is a little bit of a mess right now with when I can end up playing or not. But still, it is a pleasure to introduce myself to such deliciously potential friends.
