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The Unterzee. The grand waters of the Neath, an abyss of eternal darkness and a thousand inhuman cultures. And nestled on the western edge of this underworld since the long-past days of Her Enduring Majesty, is the Fifth City. I remember when the zee-bats carried it down, hook and crook, as all the eyes of the world wa--

Oh, wait, is that your voice doing the screaming? Well, stop it. You’ve interrupted my night cap, and disturbed the rest of the cargo...oh, they’re screaming, too? And they’re claiming to be from parts unknown as well? Interesting.

Well, regardless of where you come from, your road has led you here. The terminus of your journey here is Fallen London, where Hell is close, immortality is cheap, and - well, aside from you - the screams have mostly stopped. What you do and where you go now, is mostly up to you. Just make sure to pay us back.

So, welcome.

Delicious friend.