Hypogean Dreams

Welcome, son, to UnderLondon.

Above us is the greatest city on earth, me boy, make no mistake. Some of us have been here since it was just a tiny Roman settlement, Londinium by name. They say that the old druids who sacrificed war criminals to the sun - in the very neighborhood still called Ludsgate, after Lud, their old hoary sun god - weren't happy to be ousted at the end of a gladius, and so they lay a curse on the place.

The Romans seized this cushy spot by the River Thames, looking for a place of safety and comfort, and those old druids were determined to not give it to 'em. So, they cursed it, saying that as long as the stones of Roman craftwork stood one upon the other, London would attract all manner of monsters, and so it has. That means you, son. You and me.

UnderLondon is huge. Some parts are simply old caverns that have never seen the light of day. Others are ancient stonework of the Briton tribes and the Romans, and everyone who came after them, long buried. Still others are sewers, flood tunnels and other things that are the wonders of modern man, who has such a short memory that he builds something and then forgets its there in two small generations, leaving it to us.

This is a home for monsters, me boy, and so you'd best mind your manners while here. The Keepers of the Stones rules here, and no doubt. They're called that because each of them is a guardian of some piece of important Roman stonework. They take the curse of the druids very seriously, and intend to do their best to make sure that London is always a home to our kind.

Some monsters never leave this place, you know, remaining down here and away from the terrors that TopLondon - or The Smoke, as some of the old ones call it - holds for us. Others of us walk its cobblestone streets, careful to blend in. Whatever you do, don't attract the attention of the poor, pink squealing peoples that live in the Smoke. The Keepers don't like that, and what the Keepers don't like usually ends up as a bloody smear along some back cavern down here.

Characters

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Storyteller Characters

• The Keepers of Stones, the Hidden Masters of UnderLondon, and the Wardens of the Curse.

Locations in UnderLondon

The Keepers each control one of the Wards of UnderLondon, save only the Keeper of the Wall, who claims as its demesne the dark, lonely tunnels of UnderLondon, which are the first bastion of defense the Hypogeans have against those who know of them and would see them destroyed.

• The Crossroads: The very center of UnderLondon, in function if not necessarily in location, the Crossroads is where most monsters find their way to first - there is something about it that calls the newcomers to it. A ramshackle place of half-fallen buildings of cast-off materials, tent bazaars, gin houses, taverns and places intended to serve those who have no lair of their own yet, everyone in UnderLondon comes here eventually - for some reason.
• The Gallerium: Province of the wealthy and socially elite among the horrors of UnderLondon, the mummery that goes on here is a faithful mockery of that found in London Above. Balls and artistic salons are the order of the day, and those who do not measure up to the aesthetics of the Gallerium find themselves the laughingstock of the day, at best. Eaten, at worst.
• The Hermitage: A vast, wild cavern in which vine-like lichens grow in vast profusion and a mist hangs low all the time, the Hermitage surrounds a fallen temple of Roman design. Its original purpose is now hidden beneath centuries of vine-lichen growth, which twine about its pillars, heavy with bunches of grape-like spore-cluters, heavy with hallucinogenic poisons. The periphery of this wild glade is honeycombed with small caverns, which many of the Hypogeans with a mind to spiritual (or just ecstatic) lives dwell, in mockery of monastic reverence.
• The Infernum: The deepest portion of UnderLondon, the Infernum glows with a dull red demonic light, and its streets are intersected with grillework that constantly spews a sulphur-smelling hypocaustic miasma into the air. The people here are hard workers, who venture into the other regions of UnderLondon to tend their manual labors, and return to the relaxing steams of the Infernum. It is said that those who dwell here and then try to live away from its mists eventually enter murderous rampages.
• The Redstreets: X
• The Riverfall: X
• The Sporefields: X
• The Square: X
• The Tunnels of UnderLondon: X

Locations in the Smoke (London)

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Chronicle Resources

• Hypogean Character Creation
• Hypogean Merits