Rooms

  The lunite devastation from the Red Moon's fracturing has rained a vision

of the deepest Hells upon the face of Algoron.  Jagged spars of lunar rock

jut from the earth, the impact of the fragmented stones creating abominable

geological hybrids that protrude from the stone of the mountains that once

served as protection for Fort Ironclad to the south.  



The ground is littered with mortal ruin as well.  Misshapen bones of some

misbegotten creations of Chaos have been left to rot, broken and discarded

alongside the rusted helms and broken weapons of those slain in the battle

that raged in the shadow of the cataclysmic Tempest that rages overhead.   



Further passage into the wastes remain impassible, the sickly glow of lunite

and the gale of the storm posing too great a threat for the mightiest of

creatures.   

  The lunite devastation from the Red Moon's fracturing has rained a vision

of the deepest Hells upon the face of Algoron.  Jagged spars of lunar rock

jut from the earth, the impact of the fragmented stones creating abominable

geological hybrids that protrude from the stone of the mountains that once

served as protection for Fort Ironclad to the south.  



The ground is littered with mortal ruin as well.  Misshapen bones of some

misbegotten creations of Chaos have been left to rot, broken and discarded

alongside the rusted helms and broken weapons of those slain in the battle

that raged in the shadow of the cataclysmic Tempest that rages overhead.