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"The Masters of the Bazaar - Mr Wines, Mr Spices, Mr Veils and the rest - speak in high-pitched whispers, and under their concealing cloaks they seem winged or hunchbacked. Fallen angels, stunted pterodactyls, mobile colonies of fungus? They dismiss all personal questions with an airy wave of their gloved hands."[1]

"The Masters apply peculiar customs duties: to fish below a certain size, to green ribbons but not red, to speckled eggs but not plain. Perhaps their strangest tax is a heavy duty on stories of love, but it only applies to stories leaving the Neath..."[1]

The Masters of the Bazaar: it's hard to describe these cloaked, slightly creepy things as anything but, well, alien space bats. They call themselves Mr, but they may not really be men. There are eleven titles, but two space bats take up four of them, and the rest have one apiece for a total of nine bats. Confusing? Fallen London is generally that way...

An IntroductionEdit

"Authority is what's left when the money runs out."[2]

The Masters of the Bazaar are in near-complete control of London's trade economy. Each Master oversees a certain form of trade; for example, Mr Iron oversees the trade of metals and weapons. The Masters may seem united, but in truth, many of them run independent (and sometimes counterproductive) schemes that occasionally span far beyond the scope of London. What they are united by, however, is their near universal lack of empathy for the whims of mere humans. While some Masters, like Mr Wines and Mr Apples, may seem keen on pleasing people and giving them a good time, the cadre of cloaked beings are still more than a few rungs higher than humans on the Great Chain of Being, and they are often very quick to (indirectly) remind people of the fact. It is entirely possible to curry favor with these enigmatic beings, but many of them simply use particularly talented humans as pawns for their own schemes and goals.

The Masters generally took on similar jobs and roles in the previous Fallen Cities; for example, they were called Khans during the time of the Fourth.[3] As might be expected of these beings, the Masters are thousands of years old. Don't ever mention the Second City in their presence, however; they will all react in different but unanimously negative ways.[1]

The Masters as a GroupEdit

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"Are you sure you want to know this?"

Beyond this point lie major spoilers for Fallen London, Sunless Sea, or Sunless Skies. This may include endgame or Fate-locked content. Proceed at your own risk.



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Mr Apples/Mr HeartsEdit

"Catch?' There is no 'catch'. All is delight and freedom from care!"[4]

"This upstanding citizen governs commerce in food, wood and immortality. They say it's an ally of Mr Veils."[1]

Cider

A peddler of life.

Mr Apples, also known as Mr Hearts, has also been known by the names Mr Barley,[1] the Lord of Blood,[5] the Khan of Roots, and the Khan of Hearts[3]. Known for a love of games and gambling (for which reason it created the high-stakes card game known as the Marvellous[5]), this darkly cheery and overly familiar Master is in charge of trade in food, wood, and immortality. It can be found at Mrs. Plenty's Carnival occasionally.[6] As Mr Hearts, it deals in meats, skins, ligaments, bones, bloods, and animals, and runs an emporium at the Labyrinth of Tigers. It's probably the most innocent Master; the worst atrocity it is known to commit is selling a very mysterious meat from suspicious sources at its storefront.[7]

How MarvellousEdit

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Sunless SkiesEdit

"Gone. But I could make more. I was Mr Apples, once. As I was once other things, other names, other people."[8]

In the Sunless Skies timeline, when London rose to the skies, a few masters followed. One of them was Mr Apples, now known as the Chiropterous Hoarder.[9] It used to sell Hesperidean Cider for a high price, but it has run out of its precious golden apples, so it now seeks a new and better means of immortality.[10]

Mr CupsEdit

"Work hard for the enrichment of the Bazaar, and us all. Shun seditionists. Practice courtesy & honesty."[11]

Coffee

That which is empty.

The distant and proper Mr Cups is in charge of trade in crockery, pottery, and sculpture. It employs a group of Relickers; these collectors are tasked with salvaging junk or certifiable scraps, which they sometimes pay for with valuable items.[12]

Mr Cups is also known to be possessive in its attempt at monopolizing the trade of clocks.[13] This may be the reason why it and Mr Wines drove the Watchmaker's Daughter, a talented craftswoman whose toys came alive, to suicide.[14]

As Mr Mirrors, it is also in charge of trade in "the frangible and the fine."[15] This includes fine or quality secrets, unlike the more affordable variety proffered by Mr Pages.[16] Mr Mirrors is also known to side with Mr Wines in its dispute over dreams with Mr Spices.[17][18][19]

Best Served ColdEdit

"The Bazaar's dream is a folly! Its message will be spurned, and when it is, its heart must not break, but ignite! For vengeance is hot as love! Let it suffer, and let the sun suffer – as I have suffered over the span of five cities!"

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A blade you forged in your heart.

Mr Cups is behind the murders of the loved ones of Fallen Londoners seeking their Nemeses. It hired Scathewick to murder seven particular people, to lure seven Surface-dwellers to the Neath.[20] The Surface-dwellers shall have their tales of vengeance etched into the spire of the Bazaar, alongside other love stories by the Lady in Lilac, who was coerced by Mr Cups.[21]

Ironically, Cups' own motivation for this complicated scheme is also revenge. It's grown tired of serving the Bazaar over five cities, and now thinks that the space crab's mission will fail. By tainting the Bazaar's collection of love stories with revenge stories, Mr Cups hopes that it can cause the Sun to "ignite" and suffer.[20] It feels no remorse or regret for what it has done, and will certainly not apologize.[22]

Mr MirrorsEdit

"For years she stalked one Master, Mr Mirrors. It's gone. It's been gone for years. She lured it into dreams. And dreams – nightmares – are her weapons."[23]

"It's true. They were lost before the rest. The Saint of Tapers and the Saint in the Glass. We never speak their names. One we have hope of seeking, the other is gone. That saint will not be with us again."[24]

Mirror

That which needs to be filled.

The original Mr Mirrors actually disappeared long before the events of Fallen London, and Mr Cups took over its identity; it was imprisoned by a woman with an affinity for the Parabolan: October of the Calendar Council.[23][25] 

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Mr FiresEdit

"Not bad, my little one. I’ll be keeping an eye on you."[26]

Fire

To help get through the darkness.

Mr Fires has also been known as the Khan of Fire.[3] Known for being the only Master who actually likes living in London, this strict yet confident Master is in charge of trade in coal, gas, and candles (since the fall of the Third City at least), as well as dockside trade and dirigibles.[1] Rumor has it that it intentionally tampers with the love stories of London so as to make them useless to the Bazaar and prolong its stay in the Fifth City.[27] But Mr Fires has a dark side: it also is cruel to its employees, hates unions.

Out of all the Masters, Mr Fires makes the most use of their enforcers, the neddy men.[28] It can usually be found near its office in Wolfstack Docks.[29]

A Moon of MiseryEdit

"You visited my Orphanage, you saw my moon-milk research. I was hoping to use the milk to bankrupt London of love stories. It proved insufficient. It is not a convincing forgery; it creates only a shallow obsession that fades after a few years. A blink of the eye."

Mr Fires runs the Orphanage, which is really a secret testing facility for all sorts of atrocious substances.[30]

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Mr IronEdit

"Tools, printing-presses, guns, steam-engines: taxes from trade in these are payable to Mr Iron. They say it never speaks, but can write with both hands simultaneously."[1]

Knifeting

Some dexterity required.

Mr Iron has also been known as Mr Bronze and the Khan of Swords[3]. Known for communicating only through written means (often writing with both hands at once), this silent and seemingly humorless Master is in charge of trade in tools, engines, weapons, and printing presses.[1] It also heads the Iron and Misery Company, and supervises its Funging Station in Demeaux Island, one of the most abhorrent places in the Neath.[31]

Mr Iron actively discourages notable professions and involvement in stories, as it seems to have a degree of animosity with the Bazaar.[32][33] Rumor has it that it is also secretly in charge of the game of Knife-and-Candle.[34]

Mr Iron can be occasionally encountered at Mrs Plenty's Carnival, but that's not necessarily a good thing.[6]

Mr PagesEdit

"It is my business to keep secrets, your Grace. Mine and the Ministry’s. We desire only to preserve London from maleficitude."[35]

Book

Something to burn? Or something else entirely?

Known for a bountifacious proclivity towards verboserlous sayitudes, the excitable and friendly Mr Pages is in charge of trade in anything and everything written as well as all manner of writing implements. Mr Pages employs the Ministry of Public Decency, who are tasked with collecting cool books protecting the public from "pestilent and obstacudent" literature.[36][37] It's rather ruthless with how it goes about this, however; the censorship of the Ministry is often suffocating, and it's implied Pages killed at least two authors who didn't give up their work.[38] As one of the more accessible Masters, Mr Pages can be encountered throughout the whole of London. It also manages the Bazaar's index of London's Notables, and it may send unsigned letters to those who sufficiently prove themselves.[39][40]

Revision and EditingEdit

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Mr SpicesEdit

"I do not play games! I am a Master of the Bazaar! It is not a matter for games!"[41]

Honey

Just a drop.

The irritable and peevish Mr Spices is in charge of trade in spices, sweet smokes, and prisoner's honey.[42]

Mr Spices and Mr Wines were once friends, but then they fell into dispute over which of them has right and claim to the domain of dreams.[43][44] One of the more elusive masters, Mr Spices appears very infrequently in the stories of London; it seems that the only situation in which one may encounter it is during the hunt for Jack-of-Smiles (which this Master created in a halfhearted attempt to somehow make more love stories through murder).[45]

Mr StonesEdit

"Mine."[46]

Diamond

Like a star in the palm of your hand.

The terse and materialistic Mr Stones, also known as Mr Marble, is in charge of trade in all manner of stones and minerals including jewels, quarrystone, salt, blasting powder, and numerous corrosive mineral compounds.[47][48] It is rumored that Mr Stones tires of life in the Fifth City and wishes to expedite its end.[27] To this end, it is responsible for the Affair of the Box.[49]

Mr VeilsEdit

"A scream is just an imperfectly tuned song. And we all have a song in our hearts."[50]

"Mr Veils deals with clothing and fabric, and takes a close interest in the silk-weavers of Spite. But not in any of the more dubious activities in the district of Spite! The mere suggestion is slander!"[1]

Parabolalinen

Keep your hands clean.

Duplicitous and impatient, Mr Veils, also known as the Khan of Silks,[51][52] is best known for its enjoyment of hunts and songs. It is in charge of trade in clothing and fabrics.[1] Zailors sometimes misattribute Mr Veils as being in charge of Mr Wines' ladies of the evening in their zee-zongs. This Master may (or may not) be responsible for a certain betrayal of which we will not specify.

Mr. Veils assumes another, more malevolent identity as well, which is probably the only known case of a Master actually using its wings.[53][54]

A Bounty on its HeadEdit

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Mr WinesEdit

"To the wicked and the wise! To the hungry and the sharp!"[55]

"Trade in anything drinkable comes under the jurisdiction of Mr Wines. Though it can't be bothered with water. Entertainment, music and the business of the ladies of the evening are also its domain. There's supposed to be some sort of dispute about dreams."[1]

Wineglass

Care for a sip?

Mr Wines has also been called the Khan of Dreams[3] and the Cloaked Emissary.[56] Known for entertaining guests at huge revels, this jovial Master is in charge of the trade in all things drinkable, including medicine and with the exception of water.[1] One of the more accessible Masters, it can be encountered throughout London; for example, it'll occasionally appear at Mrs. Plenty's Carnival.[6] Most of the time, though, it conducts business through its favored servant, Jervaise.[57] It is in charge of a group of dancing beauties who are often misassigned by zailors to Mr Veils.

Though Mr Wines is not known for many atrocities, it and Mr Cups/Mr Mirrors drove the Watchmaker's Daughter, a talented craftswoman whose toys came alive, to suicide.[14] Mr Wines is also London's most notorious check-skipper, and has a reputation for leaving others holding the bill for parties here and there.[58][59]

OzymandiasEdit

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Mr SacksEdit

"A knock on your door. A hunched figure. Every year, this Crimson Beast of Winter brings his terrible sack, demanding gifts to fill the void. And now you hear a high-pitched, faintly peevish voice: 'What will you put in my sack?'"[60]

Mistersacks

HO HO HO

Mr Sacks appears during the eponymous 12 Days of Mr Sacks, a rather demented version of Christmas. It is also known as the Crimson Beast of Winter. It is - er, they are in fact other figures of note: at first Mr Wines, then various Nomen (and one showman) emulating the other Masters.

Mr Sacks carries around a huge bag, which it uses to collect gifts from the citizenry over the course of the holiday. It's Christmas, only in reverse. And more ghastly, because sometimes, Mr Sacks will collect people.[61]

Mr ChimesEdit

"Who is it? Is it, in fact, one of the Masters of the Bazaar? Is it Mr Iron or Mr Pages trading under another name? Or is it a bold rascal pretending to be an unknown Master?"

Chimes

For the Exceptional only.

We do know that it runs the House of Chimes. Mr Chimes has also been known as the Khan of Drums;[3] it seems to be a role played by many Masters.[62]

The Masters' ArtifactsEdit

Everyone has treasures they'd like to keep under wraps, and the Masters are no exception.

Crimsonbook The Crimson BookEdit

"The most stirring, the most wretched, the most savage tales of love and loss are here entombed. It has passed through fire and flood to rest in your hands. Leave it sealed... for now."

The Crimson Book contains the most 'savage tales of love and loss' and has 'passed through fire and flood'. This indicates that the Crimson Book may have been written long before the Fifth City; perhaps it is still being added to today?[63] The Masters have allegedly assigned a group of Special Constables to specifically seek out and confiscate any and all copies.[64]

Blood Masters' BloodEdit

"The most grandiose trophy an anarchist might aspire to. Was it shed in battle, or given as a gift?"

Masters' Blood has many unusual and unique properties that separate it from normal blood. It is a far deeper red, is cold to the touch, and contains a song: 'an unending fading ring like black space struck with a fingernail.' It also emits a constant low vibration, and if left on a shelf, other items will physically move away from it.[65]

Veilsvelvet Veils-VelvetEdit

"If Mr Veils shed hair - if blind orphans collected, carded and spun it over the years - it might just look like this."

Little is known about Veils-Velvet aside from this quote, which would explain why this fabric is so incredibly valuable.[66]

Riverofblood The Sceptre of Mr WinesEdit

"Topped with a black ruby miniature of an unknown crown, this bronzewood sceptre represents all the authority of some far-away kingdom and its once and former king."

A symbol of power that once belonged to a king. The Scepter of Mr Wines is as heavy as lead, covered in frost and talon-marks, and is topped with a jewel from a faraway land.[67] Mr Wines doesn't like looking at it much; maybe it's just insecure.[68]

Honeyjar Mr Spices' Private StashEdit

"A quantity of a drug you haven't encountered before. You have only the rumours of where it comes from and what it might be."

"It's half patent medicine, half substances that should not be capable of existing."

This substance is rumored to be a new kind of drug developed by Mr Spices. This drug calms its consumer, and its soporific effect is known to be more effective on bat and bat-like creatures.[69][70] But the most interesting thing about this substance is its effect on pregnant creatures. Pregnant animals who consume this drug find their offspring stronger; runts of the litter also survive longer. However, they would also become quieter and calmer...

...and it is said that Mr Spices itself is consuming this drug.[71]

What Lies Under the Cloak Edit

"The second source is A Rhyming Revelry, a slim book of nonsense rhymes written by a once-celebrated cellist. He was, for a time, a favourite at Mr Wines’ revels. One rhyme concerns eleven pilgrims who travelled from a cold and windy waste. It enumerates each of the reasons the pilgrims were unwelcome in their homeland."[72]

Chiropteroushoarder

Mr Apples / Mr Hearts. Art from Sunless Skies.

Based on two controversial sources, one called On the Origins and Descent of the Masters and another called A Rhyming Revelry, we may reveal the following information.

The Masters belong to a species native to the High Wilderness called Curators. These oversized space-bats hunt in the space between stars, often alone. On occasion, a group of Curators may band together to boast of their horde and trade deals, and may fight amongst themselves for supremacy. Curator chiefs are described as "victorious, merciless pedlar-magnates."

In the grand scheme of things, the Masters of the Bazaar weren't Masters at all. Rather, they were a group of misfit criminals who joined forces with the Bazaar to escape "misfortune, failure, and fruitlessness."

A Rhyming Revelry provides hints about the crimes of the Masters, though which crimes correspond to what bat are based on conjecture and guesswork.[72] The circumstances given in A Rhyming Revelry are:

  • hoarding (Stones?)
  • light-bringing (Fires?)
  • impersonation, and the delivery of false testimony (Cups?)
  • perpetration of the crimes of knife and of candle (Iron?)
  • idleness, and the dwelling-on of dreams (Spices?)
  • runtery, aberration (...?)[73]
  • pursuit of a Treachery (Apples/Hearts?)
  • failure and defeat; a fall from king to beggar (Wines?)[74]
  • glass-whispering. And worse: charity (Mirrors?)
  • violation of the Order of Days, “which determines the hour of the hunt, the feast, the council, the bargain, and the slaughter” (Veils?)[77][78]

Mr EatenEdit

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"In the migrainous straits of deep sleep, there is a marsh where candle-flames buzz like wasps."

WARNING: As the focus of Fallen London's most infamous and masochistic storyline, any information related to Mr Eaten constitutes a major spoiler by definition. Although certain elements of his backstory and ultimate fate are closely guarded secrets, there is still much publicly available lore that many would prefer to learn on their own. Turn back now.



"Who is Mr Eaten? A good question, but not a wise one."[1]

"The Drowned Man's brothers - aye, and sisters - gave him to the knives and the lacre."[79]

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There is appetite.

Consumed long ago when the Third City fell. Now a reclusive shadow of its former self. The main force behind the nightmarish, incredibly menacing search for its true name. One could pursue this search... but don't. Just don't.

"A reckoning is not to be postponed indefinitely."

ReferencesEdit

  1. 1.00 1.01 1.02 1.03 1.04 1.05 1.06 1.07 1.08 1.09 1.10 1.11 1.12 Sidebar Snippets, Fallen London
  2. https://twitter.com/Mr_Apples/status/6927249405
  3. 3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 Dubious attribution, Fallen London
  4. https://twitter.com/Mr_Apples/status/21990354521
  5. 5.0 5.1 Ask him who he is, Fallen London
  6. 6.0 6.1 6.2 ...an incognito Master?, Fallen London
  7. Mr Hearts' Exotic Meats Counter (1 FATE), Fallen London
  8. An Ill-Designed Shop, Sunless Skies
  9. Ask about the other Masters?, Sunless Skies
  10. Investigate the Hoarder's work, Sunless Skies "I tried once to hold immortality in a bottle. [...] My customers were convinced, but I knew the truth. You can't just drink eternity. It goes away, you see? But this is different. I got the idea from... an associate of mine? They liked spices."
  11. https://twitter.com/Mr_Cups/status/6858682481
  12. The Shivering Relicker and Pinnock are Trundling By, Fallen London
  13. The trade in clocks, Fallen London
  14. 14.0 14.1 Go back to the Albino Rat, Fallen London
  15. https://twitter.com/Mr_Mirrors
  16. https://twitter.com/Mr_Mirrors/status/7413027673
  17. https://twitter.com/Mr_Mirrors/status/17503960300
  18. https://twitter.com/Mr_Mirrors/status/17505262391
  19. https://twitter.com/Mr_Mirrors/status/17506280497
  20. 20.0 20.1 Demand an explanation (from Mr. Cups), Fallen London
  21. Ask Mr Cups about Lilac, Fallen London "I commissioned her to ink seven stories upon the Bazaar. Of love; of vengeance. She resisted at first. I was forced to be persuasive."
  22. Does it feel remorse?, Fallen London
  23. 23.0 23.1 The Shallows, Fallen London
  24. The Jolly Anchorite, Sunless Skies
  25. Ask about her heart's desire, Fallen London
  26. Fight for the neddies, Fallen London
  27. 27.0 27.1 The devil you don't know, Fallen London
  28. Assist the neddy men, Fallen London
  29. Wolfstack Docks, Fallen London
  30. Draw out as many answers as you can, Fallen London
  31. Demeaux Island, Sunless Sea
  32. Accept the invitation 3, Fallen London "THERE IS MORE THAN ONE GREAT GAME. LET NONE OF US BE CHESSMEN. BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE. DO NOT TRUST THE BAZAAR. I HAVE NOT WRITTEN THIS NOTE."
  33. A cowled and silent figure, Fallen London "BEWARE COMEDY. BEWARE TRAGEDY. BEWARE THE STORIES. MOST OF ALL, BEWARE HAPPY ENDINGS."
  34. Knife-and-Candle: The Gamekeeper's Cottage, Fallen London
  35. https://twitter.com/Mr_Pages/status/18017306932150272
  36. The shadows of the ring, Fallen London
  37. A libraryette for Mr Pages, Fallen London
  38. Let him keep it, Fallen London
  39. An Unsigned Message, Fallen London
  40. Mr John Huffam, Sunless Sea "But he turned that talent to... [...] love poetry. Ghost-writing it, if you understand me. And, as you may know, love poetry draws the attention of a particular Power. [...] The Masters of the Bazaar, [...] took an interest in your father. [...]"
  41. https://twitter.com/Mr_Spices/status/8077953296502784
  42. https://twitter.com/Mr_Spices
  43. Uncle Archibald's Legacy, Fallen London "Back before that vile business with the Third City Priest-Kings, the pair were the closest of colleagues. But now they claw and hiss like cats in a sack."
  44. Mr Wines, Fallen London
  45. To the garden, Fallen London
  46. https://twitter.com/Mr_Stones/status/14447994489282560
  47. https://twitter.com/Mr_Stones
  48. Paisley, Fallen London "Mr Stones is looming at your side. Mr Stones is hissing in your ear. [...] It reminds you that it governs more than jewels. Blasting powder, hydrochloric acid, and numerous other corrosive mineral compounds fall under its purview too."
  49. A tiny gift, Fallen London
  50. https://twitter.com/Mr_Veils/status/9698098222
  51. The Workshop of the Khan of Silks, Fallen London
  52. Throw April's Wrecker in the mechanism, Fallen London
  53. Untie the strings, Fallen London
  54. Uncle Archibald's Legacy, Fallen London
  55. https://twitter.com/Mr_Wines/status/548162607094706176
  56. The Cloaked Emissary's Secrets, Silver Tree
  57. Mr Wines is holding a sale!, Fallen London
  58. Supply the revel with the necessaries, Fallen London
  59. Extracting the payment, Fallen London
  60. Day 1: A Peevish Visit from Mr Sacks?, Fallen London
  61. 'Mr Sacks! Take me!', Fallen London
  62. An unexpected volunteer (30 FATE), Fallen London
  63. A Sealed Copy of the Crimson Book, Fallen London
  64. Speak with bohemians about lost loves and the Surface, Fallen London
  65. Vial of Masters' Blood, Fallen London
  66. Veils-Velvet Scrap, Fallen London
  67. The Sceptre of Mr Wines, Fallen London
  68. The Property of Mr Wines, Fallen London
  69. Complete your chemical analysis of Mr Spices' new intoxicant, Fallen London
  70. Work with your Visionary Student, Fallen London "They are able to show [...] that the drug has a stronger effect on bats [...] than on any of the other beasts in the laboratory. Moreover, it appears to differentially affect pregnant bats [...]"
  71. Finish your experiment with Mr Spices' Drug and reveal the truth to the Dean, Fallen London
  72. 72.0 72.1 A secret about the Masters, Failbetter Games
  73. No map knows the place you go, Fallen London
  74. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London
  75. Train with Mr Pages, Fallen London
  76. A Dream of Truth-Strangling, Fallen London
  77. The Day of the Hunt, Fallen London
  78. Embattled with Curator Mr Veils, Fallen London
  79. Ask about the Drowned Man, Sunless Sea

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