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- Intro
- Greetings. This is a request thread for a Roleplay set within the Fallen London universe. As a result, this is a post looking for RP within a canon setting. I do expect some degree of Canon knowledge, though the amount of canon knowledge that is required varies wildly--The next slide will have to deal more with this, as it is something that we must cover. I expect this RP to be more on the plot-heavy side, but smut is something that I desire in most of my RPs. There are settings that are more conducive to porn than the Fallen London setting, but if that is your thing, I will not be the one who is going to stop you. With that all in mind, I ask you to sit back, read through this, and listen to some music.
- The Rubbery Man in the Room
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So, Fallen London and all the games set within the Fallen London Universe can be well described as games where you click on text to gain the opportunity to click on more text. I point this out, because it means there are two significant issues that we now must concern ourselves with. Familiarity with the Source Material, and Spoilers. As for Familiarity with the Source Material: I am very flexible. You can have the whole Fifth City wiki memorized by heart or you can simply know Fallen London as "That weird Victorian boat game." Either is fine by me--Hell, I don't consider myself to be too well-informed about the lore myself. I've played a good amount of Sunless Sea, but not Sunless Skies or Mask of the Rose. I have made it to P.O.S.I. In Fallen London but not too much further. There are stories that are mutually exclusive, stories you can only do by buying them with Fate, stories that you can flat out just miss and stories that make your character permanently unplayable. Read as: I am not going to gatekeep this RP by quizzing you about how much of the lore you know. So long as you get the main premise enough to not be hopelessly confused, we shouldn't have too much of an issue.
(Besides, I don't even know how much Lore Familiarity helps us in the context of RP. Fallen London has multiple timelines, or that is what I assume as many of its endings are mutually exclusive with one another.)
That leads us to another issue. As we talk about the RP both in the planning and execution of the RP, we need to talk about Fallen London as a whole--which means discussing spoilers. Now, this is inevitable. Fallen London is a Game Series that has its narrative explored almost purely through the medium of Text. Planning is going to be impossible if we try to walk on eggshells to not spoil a thing. However; I don't think this is a massive issue. Basically, keep it grounded. Neither of us will start throwing out the plot details of Fate-Locked storylets, and I heavily doubt either of our characters are Seeking Mr. Eaten's Name. For me, personally, being spoiled on something is not the end of the World, so always just feel free to ask If I am okay with being spoiled on something, and I will do the same. - Expectations and You... And Me
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This is the boring part that I have to get out of the way. I do not consider myself to be a high-maintenance partner, so I will make this part quick. I expect you to have a decent level of literacy, to be able to write with minimal spelling or grammatical errors. I'm not going to mark up your post like a tenth-grade essay, but if you don't capitalize the beginnings of your sentences, I don't think we're going to be a good match. In terms of length, it is important to be flexible. Dramatic set-pieces or establishing posts could easily crest over 1000 words, while a casual chat over dinner between our characters might not reach 250 words. Write what you think makes sense for the scene, don't try to reach some arbitrary word count.
As for post frequency, I would love someone who can post 12 times a day--and I fully understand that unicorn hunting is a fruitless endeavor. So long as you post regularly, it is fine to me if you post slowly. Once every day, once every other day--It's all fine, so long as I can tell you are engaged and active with the story: If Posting is becoming a chore for you, tell me what is wrong and If I can do something to fix it, don't force yourself to post to an RP you simply do not enjoy.
I write in a 3rd-person limited perspective and in the past tense. Sometimes I occasionally swap tenses mid post for no good reason. It's a bad habit, but a simple quirk of mine. In terms of who your character is, all characters are acceptable, though I am most experienced and adept at writing opposite to female characters. To this extent, much of the content of this thread Is written assuming a female character. That does not need to be the case necessarily. It does not matter to me the gender of my partner.
Now, you are probably wondering how we are going to begin with plots for this RP? So, I don't want to just come up with hard in-stone plots. A big draw of Fallen London for me is the mysterious aspect of it, and I think just writing out a list of plots would not be fitting of that. Instead, I have A LOT of information in this thread: Biographies of characters, background information on the threads that bind them, and snippets of various things orbiting the whole situation. My hope is that it's enough to give you something to hook a character of your own onto. If worse comes to worse, I'm more than happy to brainstorm.
Finally, and most importantly--If you are trying to circumvent the rules of the site, sneakily get me to write content I am not comfortable with, or otherwise RPing in an underhanded manner--Simply do not bother. - Characters of The Neath
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Now is the question of our characters. The simplest of answers is that our characters are characters that exist within the world of Fallen London. Like many simple answers, this one is factual but deeply insufficient. Our characters should be characters that exist in Fallen London and have definitive plot-hooks that we can engage with. They should Ideally have some chemistry with one another as well, as to make character interactions just as important as plot interactions. I will of course have some sample characters of my own in this thread, and if you want to simply translate your Fallen London character or any of your implied characters from the FL universe games into the RP, be my guest. The one thing I will say is that our characters can be intriguing, perhaps even extraordinary, but they should not be monolithic.
To cut the chatter: What I mean by this is that your character should not pop up to mine on a steam trawler and announce "Get in bitch, we're headed for The Avid Horizon.", we should try to keep things a bit grounded.
Oh, also, My Characters will be introduced in the Fallen London style of Adjective + Identifier. "The Blind Pianist", "The Implacable Detective"--That kind of style. There's a little birdy that'll tell you their actual names, since I know RP'ing in that style is extraordinarily difficult
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The Stormy-Eyed Sawbones | The Flaxen Footpad | The Scrimshaw Epicurean | The Beaming Baghatur |
Apparently a Physician from the Surface, hailing from the Russian Empire. Notably, he cannot speak Russian. Or did he simply forget? He speaks Spanish like a native, though. Well, you won't find a plaque with his alma mater outside his office, and none of the Universities of the Neath are willing to claim him: What we do know is that he was a Surgeon on a Zailing vessel for an extended period of time, before he lost his sea-legs. The Frigate lurched into the boat yard with half of its crew missing, and The Sawbones never stepped boat on a ship again. The Bohemians consider him to be an insufferable bore who refuses to open up about what he saw in the black waters, and the folk down at the Wolfstack Docks simply sigh and kick the sand whenever he's brought up. He is shockingly popular amongst High Society types, though. They'll never mention him by name, but if you have an embarrassing ailment you need taken care of: They suddenly know the exact location of his lodgings. He'll fix you right up, but he needs something to help him sleep afterwards. If you just need that embarrassing bunion removed, a Jar of Prisoner's Honey will suffice. If you want to hear his Zee stories, bring two bottles of Laudanum. One for him, and one for you. Oh, and do not ask for him at the Royal Bethlehem. He's long since lost his taste for Absinthe. | The ubiquitous tale of many a young criminal, The Flaxen Footpad was a member of an Urchin gang that grew too tall for his fellows. Kicked out, he had to start making a living somehow: So he took up the second oldest profession in history: Theft. The second oldest, as theft requires there to be something worth stealing in the first place. Constantly in-and-out of trouble with the Bobbies, the only reason he hasn't been thrown into New Newgate (again) is because he is surrounded by people who have committed crimes that are far more demanding of the constabulary's resources. Remarkably talented, the young man should be at a point where he could consider retiring from the streets and taking up a more legitimate business--like good old fashioned racketeering! Unfortunately, the Footpad is far faster on his feet than he is with his head. A Fool and his money are easily parted, and The Flaxen-Haired lad finds himself frequently in need of funds. Still, this has put him in the good graces of many of London's more upstanding societies. While the criminal underworld is fond of their exiled urchin, The Church receives frequent donations from the Young Man, as do struggling Dockers--He is a welcome face in Union Halls. He is not unheard of in the Brass Embassy, shockingly. If you ask the Devils if he is a Spirifier, they'll laugh heartily and tell you that they wouldn't trust him with a Blemmigan's Soul. And who the hell taught him to cuss in Mongolian!? A good weight of Rostygold, and he'll commit any kind of petty theft you can Imagine. If you want him to commit not-so-petty theft, you need to cough up some... Proscribed Literature. He says he sells it, and while that might be true, his cheeks do go quite red when he is skimming the pages... Ah, but who would not abashed by such shameless smut? Oh, he doesn't steal from Zailing Ships. Not after last time. | The Epicurean is the Gunnery officer of the Absalom's Folly, an esteemed and renowned Zailing Ship that has sailed everywhere from The Iron Republic to The Chelonate. However; its adventuring days are behind it, and it has since taken up a more mercantile commission. He is called The Epicurean for a reason: Any Zee-Beast he kills he eats, and if it were not for how bloody hard it is to die in the Neath this would have certainly killed him by now. From their non-edible remnants, he carves runes into them. Whenever he's back at Home Port, he sells these for decent sums: Bohemians find them quaint, and they are occasionally in vogue among High-Society types. Not of Londoner stock, The Epicurean hails from Spain--Oddly enough, he does not speak Spanish, but is remarkably fluent in Russian (Or is it Ukrainian?) He does not spend a great deal of time in London, but being a Zailing man he is a common sight among Docker haunts: He has since gotten bored of fighting in the Spider-Pits. He spends much time with Radicals, though it is unclear if he shares their explosive ideals or if he simply enjoys being around odd company. The Constables have an odd relationship with The Epicurean. His choice in friends makes him a threat to public order, but he's out of port for such long periods of time it is curious to wonder how much damage to Public Order he could possibly do. He is also a benefit for the Department of Menace Eradication, and he is not unwilling to cough up what he he as seen on Foreign ports in return for a fistful of Echoes. If you want him to carve a scrimshaw for you, he'll happily do so in return for a case of good vintage. The Zee is wide and dark, and cheaper wines degrade his palate. If you have a beast that you want dead, you either need to pay him his weight in Jade or go kill another creature yourself and cook him something from the thing's carcass. Meat for Meat. Once the job is done he'll make you a scrimshaw from the beast's bones--even if the beast does not have bones. Oh, The Absalom's Folly is looking for a new surgeon: Last one lost his nerve. | The Beaming Baghatur is a member of The Khanate's Leopard Clan--Though he is as far away from a position of importance as you will be from Irem. Effectively a messenger for his family, the Khanate operates as a makeshift ambassador for the Leopard Clan. He is a common haunt in Port Carnelian and other contentious territories of London, and though it is difficult: He has been to London many times, he has the right contacts and the right tact not to get the attention of the government. A Painter, Poet, Orator and Philosopher--and not greatly inspired in any of these categories--The Baghatur travels to different lands in order to gain inspiration for another piece. Depending on their mood the Bohemians might find his work tantalizing or revolting, and he has spent enough time in The Salt Steppes to know how to kiss-up to High Society. He is shockingly popular among Criminals, though. He has deep pockets and not a mind to ask questions, and they have talents and not a mind to explain their methods. His older siblings do love the souvenirs he brings back from London... He satisfies his family and makes his keep by ensuring that certain agreements, allowances, and tolerances between certain Londoners and certain Khaganians stays stable: He keeps their supply lines nice and stable, and they keep his monthly allowance coming to him. If you want him to write a piece for you, a pouch of Drowning-Pearls does well: The Taimen do love them. If you want him to write a piece for you and actually think about what he is committing to paper, that is going to take a month's supply of Darkdrop Coffee. If you want him to praise your good name to the Leopard Clan, you need to bring him a fancy souvenir from London: Something Special. Do note: It has to be from London. He will not accept anything from the Zee. Not after last time. |
- The Name-Knowing Prophet
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A Blue Prophet: One with humanlike intelligence, and with a tendency of knowing names. Wait, don't Blue Prophets only speak the names of those about to die? Then again, In the Neath you can die in the morning and be back home in time for Supper. There's no reason why the Blue Prophet had to have forgotten the names, right?
"…Stop staring at me, Londoner. I know what you want."
The Blue Prophet turns on its stand, and grooms its feathers.
"You want names of people you otherwise could not name, only describe. I want a pack of Fungal Crackers and a Glass of Morelways'. If I speak like a human, then by the severed head of the Baptist I will eat like a human."
"…"
"No, my name is not Polly." - The name of the Sawbones
- Sadko Alexeyvych. Blessed by Storm. Well, cursed is more like it.
- The name of the Footpad
- Arthur Hull. Blessed by Stone. Did the thief get his dusty hands on a Mountain Sherd?
- The name of the Epicurean
- Gael Jimenez. Blessed by Salt: Zailors and their bloody sentiment...
- The name of the Baghatur
- Altan Batugiin. Blessed by the Deep Blue Heaven. Ironic: He's never seen the sun.
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- After Action Report of the Absalom's Folly
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Record of the Cargo of the Absalom's Folly's returning Cargo, taken at 11 o'clock, November 14th, 1886, by the relevant port authorities.
9 Hundredweights of Assorted Victuals
2 Hundredweights of Fuel
3 Barrels (95 Gallons) of Spirits
5 Barrels (158 Gallons) of Ale
185 Human Souls (Stamped; cleared for commerce)
62 Unverified Souls (Unstamped; confiscated)
The Mangled Cadaver of a Unknown Zee-Beast (Confiscated)
The Cadavers of 4 Zailors (Determined to have passed from occupational hazards; cleared for burial)
The Cadavers of 7 Zailors (Cause of Death undetermined, under investigation)
A gibbering Zailor hiding in the hold (Sent to the Royal Bethlehem)
An Artifact described as a "Rostygold lamp guarded over by a sorrow-spider saint." [Please see M.O.P.D Report]
Incident Report of the Absalom's Folly; Ministry of Public Decency
Wolfstack Docks Port Authorities underwent a regular Inspection of the Hold of the "Absalom's Folly", an exploratory frigate. Zailors on the vessel warned them not to interact with a Rostygold Lantern in the Hold of the Ship, but upon seeing other suspicious articles in the Hold, the Dockers decided to turn the Lantern into the Constabulary. Upon touching the lamp, the wick in the lamp lit and a Bear-Sized Sorrow-Spider (Not a Spider-Council) emerged from the shadows and attacked the Dockers, stealing two of them into the darkness. The remaining Dockers fled to go get assistance.
Four Special Constables and Five Monster-Hunters of the Department of Menace Eradication were dispatched to the scene. Upon the attempted extrication of the Lantern, the Sorrow-Spider (referred to as the "Sorrow-Saint" for clarity) emerged once again, but was belayed by gunfire. The Sorrow-Saint wore a massive stole that was stitched together from human faces, and the cadavers of the stolen Dockers were found faceless--that is, as if they never had faces at all.
From the bleeding hole where it was shot, the Sorrow-Saint proceeded to pull out an object that it presented to the Monster-Hunter who scored the wound: The man immediately took his own life. Out of a lack of relevance to the Investigation and respect to the fallen, a description of the Item has not been given. It then sprayed webbing onto two of the Special Constables. It did not take a great feat of strength to remove the webbing, but the two Constables seemingly had their consciousnesses "swapped" after this, leading to one of the Constables attempting to live the other man's life with his family: The Entire Familial Unit had to be transferred to The Royal Bethlehem.
Another Monster-Hunter ripped out one of his own eyes and offered it to the Sorrow-Saint as some sort of tribute. The Sorrow-Saint was annoyed, remarked that it has "Plenty of eyes already, thank you" and then cut the Monster-Hunters throat. The Monster-Hunter has since returned to full-time Rat-catching.
The Rest of the Agents Retreated.
Situation Report of the ongoing Investigation around the Absalom's Folly; Ministry of Public Decency
The Situation around the Absalom's Folly has devolved wonderfully, to put it bluntly. The situation was horrific, yes, but we are not the Ministry of Public Decency for nothing. It was obvious that normal measures of simply blasting the thing into the next century was not going to work, so we came back with a veritable regiment of agents to handle this endeavor. 20 Special Constables, an entire Company of Monster-Hunters including several specialists, several church officials, and anyone else we think could have helped us handle this creature inside.
So, we do not enter the Hold of the Absalom's Folly. We bring the ship into Dry Dock and cut a hole into the side of the Hull to enter through. Once we do this--we find the Lantern is gone. Perhaps the creature simply got bored and left, or it was somehow stolen from right under our noses. All of the logistics that went into the effort were for not, we had to send all of the Monster-Hunters back home without pay, and then there was the question of what to do with the crew of the Absalom's Folly.
I will admit: We might have acted a bit vindictively with them, but can you really blame us? We sent The Captain to New Newgate, the Surgeon to the Royal Bethlehem, and The Gunnery Officer has since fled to avoid punishment for these actions. No doubt he will be back soon, but by then most of us will want nothing to do with this damnable vessel. The rest of the crew were interrogated horrifically for any involvement with this, and either sent to New Newgate or reassigned to a separate commission once the Absalom's Folly was refitted into a Mercantile Vessel and given a different captain.
A Bounty of 5000 Echoes has been placed for any information that leads to the recovery of the Lantern. I hope no-one ever finds it, because if I have to hear the words "Rostygold Lantern" once more in my life I shall throw myself into the Zee.
-Special Lieutenant John Silverfish of the Ministry of Public Decency.
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...Someone is buying cafe menus by the file. Pouches of Glim to know the soup du jour? Shards of jade for the seasonals?
...An Incautious Gaoler let slip that they brought a body down by dirigible instead of simply casting it into the zee.
...A deacon was shot dead in the middle of service. Upon inspection of the cadaver, it was discovered that it was a completely different man impersonating the priest.
...An Arachnologist has put out a bounty for anyone who can find out who keeps stealing her correspondence en route to summerset.
...A bohemian muse who was scarred in a fire visited a doctor, who restored her beauty: But at the cost of her voice.
...A leaked letter from the Ministry of Public Decency speaks of a man who tried to knit a woman together with his own severed flesh, like an imbrued Adam.
...A Blushing Bibliognost finds themselves in need of a large amount of Romantic Literature featuring buxom women.
...In a particular wing of the Royal Bethlehem, the doctors have issues with patients expressing memories that are not their own.
...The Leopard Tribe has been particularly interested in objects holding specifically sentimental value. Brooches, Blouses, Brassieres, and the like.
...A Worrisome Fishwife received a visit from her husband. The only issue is her husband had been lost at sea for 30 years.
...An Incautious Gaoler let slip that they brought a body down by dirigible instead of simply casting it into the zee.
...A deacon was shot dead in the middle of service. Upon inspection of the cadaver, it was discovered that it was a completely different man impersonating the priest.
...An Arachnologist has put out a bounty for anyone who can find out who keeps stealing her correspondence en route to summerset.
...A bohemian muse who was scarred in a fire visited a doctor, who restored her beauty: But at the cost of her voice.
...A leaked letter from the Ministry of Public Decency speaks of a man who tried to knit a woman together with his own severed flesh, like an imbrued Adam.
...A Blushing Bibliognost finds themselves in need of a large amount of Romantic Literature featuring buxom women.
...In a particular wing of the Royal Bethlehem, the doctors have issues with patients expressing memories that are not their own.
...The Leopard Tribe has been particularly interested in objects holding specifically sentimental value. Brooches, Blouses, Brassieres, and the like.
...A Worrisome Fishwife received a visit from her husband. The only issue is her husband had been lost at sea for 30 years.
LITERATURE PROSCRIBED BY THE MINISTRY OF PUBLIC DECENCY
THE FOLLOWING LITERATURE IS PROSCRIBED BY THE MINISTRY OF PUBLIC DECENCY AND RESEVED BY MR. PAGES OF THE ECHO BAZAAR. TO POSSESS, READ, OR DISTRIBUTE THIS LITERATURE IS TO BE IN VIOLATION OF THE LAWS OF LONDON, THE ENDURING EMPIRE, AND THE ECHO BAZAAR-A Note is Scribbled beneath the proscription
"No clue why you asked me for this, It's just porn. Not even good porn, it's just... a kink list? What in God's Good name is that supposed to be? Some Bohemian Nonsense: I have my Glim and you have your smut, adieu, sir or madame.
My list of 'Yes' Kinks: Kinks that I actively prefer and am excited to include in any given roleplay. These are as follows, but by no means exhaustive:
Excessive Cum
Cumplay
Outercourse
Detailed Oral
Voluptuous Characters (Characters need not be excessively curvaceous, but a slice of cake and a glass of milk can feed an army)
Passion (The Characters need to be into it, or at the very least seem interested in the act!)
Clothed Sex
Maledom/Femdom (Both are very fun!)
Mindbreak
Foodplay
Lactation
Ahegao
Breeding
Risk of Pregnancy
Cock/Ball Worship
Excessive Cum
Cumplay
Outercourse
Detailed Oral
Voluptuous Characters (Characters need not be excessively curvaceous, but a slice of cake and a glass of milk can feed an army)
Passion (The Characters need to be into it, or at the very least seem interested in the act!)
Clothed Sex
Maledom/Femdom (Both are very fun!)
Mindbreak
Foodplay
Lactation
Ahegao
Breeding
Risk of Pregnancy
Cock/Ball Worship
My list of 'No' kinks: These are Kinks I dislike, and do not wish to see in an RP in any form.
Musk
Feet
Armpits
Vomit
Scat
Extreme Bondage
Permanent Character Death
Underage Characters
Musk
Feet
Armpits
Vomit
Scat
Extreme Bondage
Permanent Character Death
Underage Characters
Goodbye, Delicious Friend.
The ship is the key to it all. The ship and what it found: It has touched one in Dreams, one in Law, one in Flesh and one in Court. It draws them together, and it will not release them--or it will release them, or has released them?
Find Absalom's Place before it finds you.
The ship is the key to it all. The ship and what it found: It has touched one in Dreams, one in Law, one in Flesh and one in Court. It draws them together, and it will not release them--or it will release them, or has released them?
Find Absalom's Place before it finds you.
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