Being a handy series of illustrated guides for voyagers of the Unterzee. Not tried Sunless Sea yet? Get it here.
IN POLYTHREME THE BED I SLEPT ON WAS A SLAVE. THE ROOM WHERE I SLEPT WAS HACKED FROM SCREAMING STONE. THE WATER I DRANK BEGGED ME TO STOP. THEY PAID ME IN COIN THAT PLOTTED MY DOWNFALL. THE MEMORIES ARE TROUBLING. THIS PLACE IS BETTER.
The closer you get, the less the building with the spire looks like a church. The walls are soot-blackened and made of brick. There are no windows, only narrow vents up near the roof. From these a low singing can be heard, a song so cheerful that your crew look at one another and frown.
An oasis of light in the salt black wastes. Canals thread the painted city. Street-lamps glow and water-taxis putter. The Copper Quarter offers comfort to foreigners, but the prices are, to put it mildly, mischievous.
Chapel of Lights
A Smiling Priest in a red cassock tends the chapel. The congregation are shy of light. They come and go in little ships, and it’s strangely difficult to count them. Perhaps some of them are imaginary.