Z'kron Kha'Serith
Well-known member
The Bottomless Pit
Gormgwrm
Former Staff
[Note: This location has been altered heavily since Night of the Long Knives; description is for records - Sept 2010. ]
At one corner of Taralon lay what appeared to be a well. A well made out of stone, with a roof over the top of it, and a winch and bucket for the retrieval of water. This was not the remarkable point about it.
It was, as far as anyone could see, a very deep well. It was rumored that things that dropped into the well didn't really come back. Once someone had seen a golem fall in. That didn't come back either.
It wasn't that it was particularly dangerous if one climbed down it with a rope. You could just climb back up. But at a certain point, past where the stone eased off, the dirt started to change. The light faded entirely from the surface, as if it was being muffled. The air thickened. Below that point things changed. There were rumors, of course. Always rumors.
The pit had been there for a long time, but people were certain that at some point it had a bottom. There was, after all, an apparatus attached to draw water from it. But that didn't seem to work now. For a period, the industries of Taralon, burning in full flight of war preparation, had utilised it as a dumping ground. Now, people left it largely alone. There was no real reason to go there, what with the ward and everything.
In deference to complaints about safety hazards in the pit, a wooden sign had been placed next to it. "Safety hazard: Bottomless Pit." it said. The sign had already been defaced, courtest of an enterprising young adventurer desperate to make their mark on the world. There were now the words "Keldon Elsdragon's military career" half obscuring it. There was also a small wooden fence, which had graffiti of a somewhat cruder sort.
OOC: Arcanic practioners who have the relevant skills will note that this pit has a tremendous amount of ikosian magic associated, but that it is of an unusual nature. Further information would need to be discerned through roleplay. Alchemists and golemcrafters may note the occasional scent of feversteel.
Gormgwrm
Former Staff
[Note: This location has been altered heavily since Night of the Long Knives; description is for records - Sept 2010. ]
At one corner of Taralon lay what appeared to be a well. A well made out of stone, with a roof over the top of it, and a winch and bucket for the retrieval of water. This was not the remarkable point about it.
It was, as far as anyone could see, a very deep well. It was rumored that things that dropped into the well didn't really come back. Once someone had seen a golem fall in. That didn't come back either.
It wasn't that it was particularly dangerous if one climbed down it with a rope. You could just climb back up. But at a certain point, past where the stone eased off, the dirt started to change. The light faded entirely from the surface, as if it was being muffled. The air thickened. Below that point things changed. There were rumors, of course. Always rumors.
The pit had been there for a long time, but people were certain that at some point it had a bottom. There was, after all, an apparatus attached to draw water from it. But that didn't seem to work now. For a period, the industries of Taralon, burning in full flight of war preparation, had utilised it as a dumping ground. Now, people left it largely alone. There was no real reason to go there, what with the ward and everything.
In deference to complaints about safety hazards in the pit, a wooden sign had been placed next to it. "Safety hazard: Bottomless Pit." it said. The sign had already been defaced, courtest of an enterprising young adventurer desperate to make their mark on the world. There were now the words "Keldon Elsdragon's military career" half obscuring it. There was also a small wooden fence, which had graffiti of a somewhat cruder sort.
OOC: Arcanic practioners who have the relevant skills will note that this pit has a tremendous amount of ikosian magic associated, but that it is of an unusual nature. Further information would need to be discerned through roleplay. Alchemists and golemcrafters may note the occasional scent of feversteel.