The Prison of Flint

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> The Prison of Flint
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> ### Location
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> The Elder Continent
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> The Vignerons
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> The Vignerons
> The Thief-of-Faces
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> *"Here the colours are grey and green. A narrow portal pierces a high and flint-thorned hedge. A crowd of lumpen figures muffled in grey wool guard the portal with weapons of fanged wood."*
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> *"If the Surface sunset was the blood of the Sun; if it pumped out its heart's last dregs into the mild sea; if the waters stank of copper and the sky was a shroud; then this water would be the colour of a sunset. It is red, red, red."*
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Where the Bleeding Forest ends, where the colors are green and grey, where Stone's light shines once again: here lies **the Prison of Flint**.

## The Strangest of Wineries

The Prison was built to hold a pretender-god - the Thief-of-Faces, who dared violate the Mountain of Light. He is long gone, now, and the Prison is currently inhabited by a group of beings called **Vignerons** (winemakers), who wear masks evocative of grapes and are covered head to toe in wool. Heed their words, communicated through drink. For instance: don't touch the fruit.

Mysterious statues holding cups to their lips pepper the Prison's vineyard. These were once people, who drank grey-colored **griswine** that turned their bodies into flint; they are sentenced to stay within the Prison until they are freed by a taste of any other wine.

   Within the central knoll, where the Vignerons daren't approach, lies **the Lesser Wound**, a red spring that flows a much deeper crimson than the Nameless River. Terrifying creatures known as **Shames**, the children of Stone, inhabit these waters; they are powerful beings of stone that protect the Lesser Wound. Within the Lesser Wound are **Essences** that can change a being rather drastically; the red waters taste of blood and can warp a drinker's face, as the Lesser Wound leaks life.

The only exit to the prison is **the Violant Gate**, the color of troublesome but necessary connections. Heptagonal tiles, impossibly tessellated, make up the inside of the tunnel, and various mottoes and graffiti cover the walls within.

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 Flint, *Fallen London*
2. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"You stumble out into the Mountain's light – on to a sward of grey-green grass, as short and well-kept as the lawns of the Shuttered Palace."*
3. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"A crowd of lumpen figures muffled in grey wool [...] wears a wooden mask painted to resemble a bunch of grapes."*
4. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"It seems that to enter, one must drink. [...] The flavours unfold on your tongue. The taste of cherries, like a welcome. [...] A forbidding slatiness [...] not to touch the fruits of the Prison. [...] The dissipating berry aftertaste tells you helpfully that this is a vigneron - a wine-maker."*
5. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"The Vignerons will not approach the central knoll. A spring flows from its side into a deep pool – red like the waters of the Nameless River, but a deeper red."*
6. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"“Shames!” she shouts. “Mountain’s get!” She leaps forward, slashing the connective gristle between two lumps of wet and shining rock."*
7. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"Here must flow the Essences [...] You bend your head and touch your lips to the water. It is warm. It tastes precisely like blood [...] "Your face changed,""*
8. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"You see how a far-flung Mountain-limb underlies the Vineyard, and you understand that the Lesser Wound leaks life."*
9. ↑ Flint, *Fallen London* *"A troublesome but necessary connection [...] Violant light swallows the before and the behind. The stones beneath your feet are heptagonal tiles, impossibly tesselated. The walls bear mottoes..."*