Rooms

  A black iron portcullis yawns, its spiked grate lifted. The black opening is flanked

by two towering plate-armored and helmeted creatures holding massive bastard

swords before them, gauntleted hands wrapped around each hilt. Thick black

blocks of no known origin, each etched with indigo symbols, scale upward and

outward to create a barbican flanked by short manned towers at each corner. The

outer walls descend steeply on banks of black sanded landmass that drop into the

abyss below, offering no further purchase.



The vantage point offers a breathtaking view of the surrounding umbra that moves

constantly like water currents, the distant black landmasses of the Rip's interior

that form or shift at will, and glimpses of the dark Verminasian forest and walled

kingdom below.