"Flute Street, the home of the Rubbery Men. It's a cavern. Nothing like the size of the Neath, but still huge. There's light here. A hazy golden glow, like the bottom of a honey sea, of uncertain source. You brush past delicate floating motes, the seeds of coral dandelions."[1]
Underneath London lies the Rubbery city of Flute Street.
A Refuge for Axiles[]
Here, the Rubbery Men are able to practice their Shapeling Arts in peace, amassing large quantities of amber, molding bodies into strange and esoteric figures, and communing with the Flukes. The Flukes here control the Rubbery Men of London, sending them out into the city to gather Vital Essences and to attempt to better understand humanity. The Rubbery Men seem frustrated by this, due to the fact that many in London greet them with stones instead of words, but they continue to dutifully serve their mission. The Flukes are also fascinated with human life, and see people as extremely lucky to be able to experience simple things like breathing, fire, and music.[1]
Deeper below Flute Street, ancient proto-Flukes and Rubbery Men alike lie encased in amber. Presumably, these are the original forms of the creatures, as they were in Axile.[1]
UNDER CONSTRUCTION