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From December 1st to the 25th, FBG will release an access code every day. Little trinkets and toys will be given out with the codes.
This has given you seven Potential Christmas Cards. Send them before Christmas, from your lodgings! [From 9th December until Christmas Day, you will receive new Christmas cards each week via Time, the Healer.]
- You now have 7 x A Potential Christmas Card
It's reassuring to see traditions endure, even deep under the earth. Perhaps you'll dream of stars, and fir-trees, and snow. Proper snow.
Three gentlemen - scarred and bruised - knock at your front door. Shoulder to shoulder, their thick coats make them seem like one wide figure. They hand you a battered, gift-wrapped parcel. One of them adjusts the bow, before they all stomp away.
A gift from the Cheery Man. A token of appreciation, or a threat?
- You've gained 1 x Book of Hidden Bodies
As you solve the clue, the paper flares with a clean white flame. You curse and drop its burning halves to the floor! The crossword is gone. But the answer remains in your mind, crouched like a scorpion.
- You've gained 1 x Searing Enigma
At the back of the Blind Helmsman, a Frostbitten Midshipman shivers by the fire. She says she travelled with a Merchant Venturer to a frozen Northern door. For a mulled cider, she'll tell you what was behind it.
The High Wilderness! An unblemished frontier of endless night, awash with potential. The Merchant Venturer is out there, plying the wind-roads of the void. Where one has gone, may others follow?
- You've gained 1 x Sky-Story
A solemn procession of rattus faber dignitaries delivers a black leather cylinder with a hinged lid, like a map-case. Inside, a sable-furred venge-rat floats in a bottle of formaldehyde. The lead dignitary smoothes her whiskers and begins to read from a letter.
"Honoured Foe - it was I who sunk my teeth into your instep that day at the Increate Vaults. I have long admired the taste of your flesh and the brio of your reflexive kick. I hope that on damp nights you may have limped, and recalled me. No doubt you have been bitten by other rats in your time, but I flatter myself I bit with particular savagery. I have asked that my corpse be commended to you on the occasion of my death - " Is this a case of mistaken identity? Perhaps best not to say, if it is.
- You've gained 1 x Venge-Rat Corpse
Someone has left… something in the centre of your parlour. Was it a gift? Or did you disturb them at their midnight work?
- You've gained 1 x Rat of Glory
Ah, lacre. The Neath's answer to snow. Lacre-men always seem watchful. Lacre-capped roofs tingle with sinister phosphorescence. Lacre dissolves in water only reluctantly, like a guest who hopes to find space in your box-room. [Use this in your inventory to learn more about lacre or acquire a Destiny.]
- You now have 1 x Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow
December 9th Edit
'We've had our differences. But this is Christmas. Best wishes, the Fallen London Probably Random Number Algorithm'
- You've gained 1 x Devilbone Die
That steam! Inhale it and feel your synapses snap and your sinuses crackle. [Drinking Darkdrop Coffee will refresh ten actions. Find it in your inventory.]
- You've gained 1 x Darkdrop Coffee
Behind a loose stone in your pantry wall, someone has left an earthenware bottle. The contents are translucent white; the smell is eye-watering, but heady. Your vision swims briefly. A plain of golden green, the sun rolling in the sky...
- You've gained 1 x Bottle of Fourth City Airag: Year of the Tortoise
'Merry Christmas. Just - keep them away from requiems. Carols. Wells. Lacre.'
A soul! A pale, still soul, watching you from inside its bottle with an unusual degree of tranquillity.
- You've gained 1 x Silent Soul
You hunker down behind a wall, and answer with a salvo of your own. During a gap in hostilities, a Gap-Toothed Ragamuffin hands you a rat, by way of a peace offering. "Yer all right, for a longshanks."
- You've gained 1 x Rat on a String
- You've gained 3 x Dubious Testimony
- You've gained 1 x Sworn Statement
Clanging and scraping noises from below jar you from sleep. To your groggy ears it sounds like pickaxes working clumsily at some hidden seam. However, the fluting, babbling sound is unmistakable. Rubbery Men in the cellar!
Discovered, they flee! The corridor is narrow - rubbery flesh squeezes past you in the dark. They have abandoned their tools, along with whatever they were excavating from behind your cellar wall.
You’re enjoying wassail punch at the Rusty Tramp when the Giggling Midshipman sits at your table. His ship has just arrived back from the Khanate, and he is full of mirth and egg-hot. He tells you the usual zailor's lies, and gossips about a Bespectacled Visitor that bought passage back to London.
His stories of the tooth-tide are far-fetched. However, his speculation on the Bespectacled Visitor's sleeping habits - or rather lack of them - is intriguing.
You start awake suddenly. Something unexpected has happened. The room is scented with lavender and seawater. You are unharmed and untouched. But your vision is tinged with irrigo - the colour of forgetfulness. But it's already fading. And what's this?
Someone's written on your mirror. "Thank you. I won't forget. x." You've begun to erase it by the time you realise it's written in reverse on the *other side* of the mirror... Over the course of the next day it fades like steam.
The season is rife with old customs. When you wake in the morning, the candle has burned down. Only a smear of wax remains, and the memory of its flame, fierce on the glass.
The handwriting is familiar, though shaky. Is it yours?
- You've gained 1 x Hastily Scrawled Warning Note
- You've gained 1 x Extraordinary Implication
- You've gained 5 x Foxfire Candle Stub
A pop, a rattle, a thud! Something drops down the chimney to lie glowing in your fireplace.
- You've gained 1 x Nodule of Pulsating Amber
And oho! Look at the wicked thing it's killed.
This dream is over. Perhaps something remained.
- [This has raised your Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre quality. You'll be able to trade it for rewards in January.]
- [Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre +1 level]
By the time you've clambered onto your roof, it's empty. But tucked into the chimney is a wrapped bundle, perhaps the loot stashed by some fleeing burglar. You'll consider it an early present.
- You've gained 1 x Bottle of Broken Giant 1844
- You've gained 1 x Partial Map
- You've gained 100 x Foxfire Candle Stub
- You've gained 1 x Solacefruit
"Do you recall how we came to that place? And they sang of their lightnings and shapeful disgrace? And we tilted our vanes and ennobled our spires. They welcomed us then and commingled all choirs. And not enough, not enough. Still It mourns, and still waits the Sun."
- You've gained 1 x Meticulously Altered Stocking
Result: Meet, drink, and be many, for tomorrow They may dine.
- You've gained 1 x Magnificent Feast