the mc, who’s already been the paragon of like 10 other prophecies:

Old-ish sketch of my necromancer… Such a poor quality scan, like, wow.

It is with great pleasure that we confirm Fallen London will be included in the Virtual Cities’ atlas! 

“Virtual Cities: An Atlas & Exploration of Video Game Cities is an ambitious and richly illustrated atlas that is the first detailed attempt to document the deep and exciting history of game cities via a combination of original maps, ink drawings, and insightful commentary and analysis.”

Myth: Stacks upon stacks of papers everywhere. Scribbled notes stuck onto walls, desks, and whatever surfaces you can reach. Books tucked under pillows, with ink dripping off the pages. Hushed whispers tell of the days lessons, and old legends and stories.

Life: A small jungle of plants under every window sill. The fresh scent of flowers enchanted to bloom all year round. Carpets stained with dirt, and weeds growing through the floorboards. Light laughter and jokes fill the air, giving a sense of closeness.

Death: An unnatural chill in the air, only a comfort to those who’ve spent most of their time there. Shelves used as storage for jars and bottles, filled with ingredients for dark spells. Ghost stories told in the dead of night, when the entire world seems to be asleep.

Storm: Windows left open without exception, even when it’s raining- especially when it’s raining. Scorch marks on the ceiling from experimental spells gone awry. A crackle of electricity in the air, making your hairs stand on end. A constant stream of excited chatter, discussing new theories and developments.

Fire: The sound of a crackling fire coming from a hearth that never seems to go out. Books with burn marks and wax drippings on them from late nights spent studying by candle night. Words of encouragement and praise given to those who need it, at any hour of the day.

Ice: The sight of a fireplace that’s all but abandoned, coated over with ash and frost. A distinct, crisp chill in the air wherever you go. Beds piled high with fluffy blankets and pillows to help through the cold nights. Intricate designs drawn on the windows using ice. The quiet hum of conversation among friends echoing off the walls