Rooms

  Devastation spreads out across what was once an open field of war.  The

earth, once rich with life, now is choked with the red dust of a fallen

Moon, and from it rises the sickly glow of unchecked magicks.  Spires of

lunar rock, broken off from the greater mass, jut out like spikes impaling

the flesh of Algoron, and from them fork irregular jags of ethereal

lightning and soundless bursts of dazzling light.