(Catacombs Chamber)

From Fallen London Wiki
(Redirected from Tomorrow's Deaths)
This article is incomplete. You can help the Fallen London Wiki by expanding it.

Reason: Payout values were patched on 17 October and need to be re-tested. Some options have not yet been seen due to World Qualities.

Maze.png
Spoiler warning!
This page contains details about Fallen London Actions.

[See below]

The catacombs wait. Their absences demand to be filled. The shifting skeleton is not yet complete, and you will be permitted no further until you have done your part.

Description summary:
The title and the first paragraph of the description vary based on Among the Dead.

AtDTitleDescription
1 - 25The Empty Niche You reach a dead end: […]. The wall before you is pockmarked with niches, each framed by a gothic fretwork of finger bones. Each niche, large and small, contains a bone: […]. All except for one. Its emptiness feels like an accusation; an incomplete puzzle, […]
29 - 45Cradled by Stone […] The statue is haloed by serried ranks of femurs, arranged in concentric circles on the wall behind […]. The angel's face has been obliterated by time, but its pose is one of mute appeal – it holds out a single hand, […] to accept the gift of a supplicant.
57 - 75A Cave-In The path terminates in a cave-in, rubble and broken bone piled up […] to the tunnel ceiling. The air is dusty. The walls here have no supports. There is but a single gap […] Through the gap, a hint at the passage onwards taunts you with its impossibility.
77 - 92The Arms of the Dead […] a single, open tomb[…] hewn from a single block of […] marble. A skeleton waits within, scrubbed by death of any identifying marks or features; […] The bones are arranged as if embracing something, but there is nothing but a hollow between those cradling arms.
102 - 125Holy Rest Reliquaries, stretching off […]. Each is tucked into its own sepulchre, making of this tunnel a glittering profusion of golden frame and spiderwebbed glass and the odd, profanely bloody ruby. You stop before one that catches your eye – it is empty.
128 - 149Le Carrefour Des Morts […] a rotunda supported by a bulbous central pillar constructed […] out of skulls – a merry-go-round of cracked craniums. The floor is scattered with blackening teeth. There is a single gap in the array of deathly faces, large enough to accomodate a bone.
155 - 175Ossa Arida Gravestones litter this chamber[…]. A shovel, […] rusted […], lies discarded next to a mound of disturbed earth. An absent grave-robber has taken something from the catacombs, here, and profaned the shifting body of the Sous. The half-dug pit is empty as grief
187 - 199Upon Absent Tongue The skull is […] large, […] inhuman[…] You stand where once there would have been a tongue, long dead and rotted, in a jaw as large as St Fiacre's cathedral. […] you can see that it is littered with eyeholes. Your stomach rumbles. There is hunger on the air.
203 - 225Foundation […] a model building sits on a raised dais. Whenever you blink there is […] grinding […], and […] the building is different. A scale model, perfect, […] Familiar places, hewn, briefly, from rock, and then replaced.

Only one thing is constant. A hollow under the model[…]

226 - 250The Tracklayer […] The bones are gray, and catch the light like an exposed engine. The skeleton […] constructed entirely of Bessemer steel, […] a perfect facsimile of death. […] hold together by some perversion of magnetism – it is frozen, reaching up […] as though grasping at your ankle.
257 - 272The Bone Well This chamber is dominated by a black, black well[…] a rough and ugly thing, made out of bone and rubble slapped together […] Weak torches flicker […], […] making the total darkness of the well-mouth all the more stark.

You know what they say about wells. Make a wish.

284 - 298Impossible Azure […] It is oddly bright, the light an unfamiliar tint—

—surely not? But look up. A hole in the ceiling. All the way up. Blue, as blue as blue gets, a dream of lost sky, a terrible, devouring azure—

Look away. That is no true sky.

301 - 325Medusa […] a sprawling mosaic, bones mixed with coloured tiles. […] an entire skull is embedded into the wall, […] a nest of spinal columns […], each culminating in the skull of a snake. A squat, russet altar is positioned at the eye level of the central skull, empty[…]
327 - 349The Bunker […] a peculiar room: concrete walls, concrete ceiling, concrete floor. […] a bed with yellow sheets, discarded tins, an empty book of matches. […] a single safe, gleaming […] The door is open. The dusty inside is scuffed, as though something had been recently removed.
355 - 371Nightmare's Boudoir The walls are wrong. The skulls are laughing. The bed is made, and it's made for you. Are those your teeth chattering? This place is ravenous for an occupant..
379 - 398Flying Gant […] has arranged a bone-mosaic […] in the shape of a flag. Stars, with cores of vertebrae and rays of phalanges, litter the field. The canton is […] an awful, sucking colour that leeches coherence from […] around it – an absence begging for a symbol to fill it.
405 - 425Tomorrow's Deaths Shattered bones […] around a squat, grey tomb. The bones are yellow with age, and uncomfortably spongy underfoot. […] the dates of the occupant's death[…] are far in the future. The waxy nubs of candles and desiccated remains of flowers mark a spot for offerings..
430 - 448A Mirror, Closed This dead-end is ringed with tiny fragments of mirror, each placed before a bone-fragment. The room is a kaleidoscope of reflected bone; jagged images of skulls and ulnae and ilia. Only one mirror lacks an object to reflect; only one […] remains empty.
453 - 474The Train Platform You stand on a platform of polished ivory. Tracks run parallel to the edge, leading into walls of sheer rock on either side. If this is a station, it is a terminus in both directions.
485 - 499The Undying There is a body on the floor. Muscle and sinew grows back over exposed bone, the handiwork of death unmaking itself by slow and bloody degrees. But there are parts missing: gaps in the puzzle of remains that would, normally, comprise a skeleton.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

Unlocked with a redirect from A Labyrinth of Roof and Bone

Storylet appears in The Sous

Options:

Gleam.png
Offer nothing

Available This Week

Bone20.png
Offer a Panoptical Skull
Bone16.png
Offer a Doubled Skull
Crabclaw.png
Offer a Crustacean Pincer
Bone3.png
Offer a Human Ribcage
Bone18.png
Offer a Skeleton with Seven Necks
Gleam.png
Offer a Glim-Encrusted Carapace
Bone13.png
Offer a Femur of a Surface Deer
Bone8.png
Offer an Amber-Crusted Fin
Tentacle.png
Offer a Withered Tentacle

Available on Other Weeks

Skulls

Rubberskull.png
Offer a Rubbery Skull
Beesinthebone.png
Offer a Horned Skull
Rubberskull.png
Offer a Pentagrammic Skull
Skulleyeless.png
Offer an Eyeless Skull
Bone15.png
Offer a Sabre-Toothed Skull
Bone16.png
Offer a Skull in Coral
Seamonster.png
Offer a Plated Skull

Arms

Bone6.png
Offer a Knotted Humerus
Bone10.png
Offer a Fossilised Forelimb
Bone11.png
Offer an Ivory Humerus

Ribcages

Bone19.png
Offer a Thorned Ribcage
Bone1.png
Offer a Five-Pointed Ribcage
Bone4.png
Offer a Mammoth Ribcage
Bone18.png
Offer a Ribcage with a Bouquet of Eight Spines
Bone8.png
Offer a Segmented Ribcage
Bone5.png
Offer a Prismatic Frame

Legs

Bone13.png
Offer a Helical Thighbone
Boneshard.png
Offer a Holy Relic of the Thigh of Saint Fiacre
Bone7.png
Offer an Ivory Femur

Appendages

Bats.png
Offer a Bat Wing
Terrorbird young.png
Offer a Terror Bird Wing
Bone8.png
Offer an Albatross Wing
Bone10.png
Offer Fin Bones
Spideralonzo.png
Offer a Jet Black Stinger
Bone17.png
Offer an Obsidian Chitin Tail