"Dreadnoughts rumble through the London sky, watchful as sheep-dogs."
"The excited shriek of train-whistles. The hiss of steam. The clamour of countless voices. London."
"You near London, where Her Renewed Majesty reigns from the Throne of Hours."[1]
New London is the capital of the British Empire, located in Albion.
The Ultimate Achievement of Victorian Ambition[]
"Keen-eyed Ministry Auditors patrol the thoroughfares, while urchins and spies sneak between smokey back-alleys and slums. London thrums with activity, like a great engine in perpetual motion."[2]
The city is in fact the original London, disassembled and rebuilt in the High Wilderness.[3] Parliament used to be part of the city, until Her Renewed Majesty decided to separate it from the empire, both metaphorically and physically.[4]
Notable Locations[]
- The Throne of Hours, once the seat of the King of Hours, now belongs to Empress Victoria.[5]
- St Dominic's Station, London's chief train station.[6]
- Steam & Sapphire Yards, where business regarding locomotives can be arranged.[7] Most certainly not a front for an underground railroad for Workworld escapees.[8][9]
- Wit & Vinegar Lumber Company, head office of a lumber company operating in the Reach. Most certainly not a front for a smuggling operation.[10]
- Crown & Misery Co. Yards, formerly Iron & Misery.[11]
- The Silken Salon, an establishment owned by the Generous Princess.[12]
- The House of Jude, a New Sequence church that also functions as a hospital for the victims of a certain fire.[13][14]
- Spitalfields Market.[15] Now with 75% less pickpocketing urchins, and a modern makeover as the new trading hub.
- Hallidge's Bank Central Office[16]
- What used to be the Brass Embassy is now a smoldering ruin occupied only by a Baroness of Hell and her children(?).[17]
The Ministries[]
New London's many different different ministries and offices are a key portion of the city;[18] these are the most important:
- The Ministry of Public Decency, led by the Genial Auditor, has managed to survive London's journey into the skies. Over the years their duties have expanded from simple censorship, and now involve assuring the empire's proper level of "Britishness"- as dictated by themselves.[19][20]
- The Royal Horological Office, led by the Chief Horologist, manages the impossible task of making all of the empire run on a single standard time.[21]
- The Office of Works, whose actual "Works" remain shrouded in mystery, although they have a great need for a variety of items in very specific conditions.[22]
- Her Renewed Majesty's Customs Service, which regulates the trade of sensitive goods and combats smuggling.[23]
The Face of true Britishness. Art from Sunless Skies.