Morning

Dear God, I hope last night was all a dream.  During my investigation, I seemed to have come upon something horrible.  I can’t remember what it was, and I can’t say I really care to remember it at all.  Whatever it was, it led me to some frighteningly strange hotel.  The whole experience seemed so real, but I’m afraid to think of it as ( Read more... )

[I've decided to do a character study through daily journals.  So behold, Asher Wilsford's journal about his adventures in Fallen London.]

My second day in Fallen London, or the Neath as I've heard some call it, proved to be very productive.  I was able to secure an attic room using my own money - no relying on handouts or favors this time.  ( Read more... )