A week late due to holiday distractions, but here it is, the final week! I won't be doing it for 2024, but I would like to eventually give 2023's work another pass and make some proper maps so it is playable.
22: History Section
- (!) The shambling, starved, eyeless horror.
23: Occult Section
- (!) Every book is sealed with a poison glyph on a ribbon of paper.
- Any occult book you need, is here.
24: Astronomy Section
- (!) Leering stone gargoyle in the door. It’s open mouth expels poison gas when the door is opened.
25: Reshelving Area
- (!) An army of sacrifice mummies, silent undead servants in porcelain masks and coloured ribbons, shuffle endlessly, redistributing small piles of research materials and marching up and down the walls. When disturbed, they all stop and turn as one.
- Vastly high and wide hall lined with desks, lit by a skylights and chandeliers.
26: Spiral Hall
- The corridor twists until it is upside down.
- (?) Gravity moves with the ribbon of hall.
27: Inverted Stair
- (?) Descends upward to the crown.
28: Crown: Hangar
- A room open to the elements on one side. The world seems far, far above.
- Within: a 10’ sphere of metal, dripping ice, hovering motionlessly just above the floor.
- (?) Touching the sphere causes it to open a ramp entrance. Within: a seat for one pilot, surrounded by tiny needles. Sit to be impaled by the needles and whisked away to somewhere else…
29: Crown: Map Room
- A vast map of the continent, carved in relief on a circular table.
30: Crown: Caskets
- 3 sarcophagi with lids in the shape of dead emperors, sealed with something waxy.
- (!) Each sarcophagus contains a bespoke biological warfare agent.
- (?) Also a lot of gold.
31: Crown: Diamond Garden
- A spherical room filled with planters holding dead trees. The walls are milkily transparent.
- (!) Standing perfectly still: the spectre of the emperor-thing, wearing a bristling crown of thunderbolts, and holding skysever, the sword that can cut the heavens. Gravity is dependant on his orientation.
- Mien: Rasping, monosyllabic.
- Wants: Silence.
- Needs: Nothing.
- Fears: Nothing.
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). The top of my tower was the seat of power for the creators of the tower. But something happened, and there was conflict. That conflict led to a situation where things have changed, and all of a sudden the impregnable tower was not open at the bottom.
