[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
Standing around in the courtyard had become old fast—though, in fairness, wandering deeper into something called The Deathless Fortress was probably not the brightest idea any of them had ever had.
But here they were regardless: three uneasy souls at the ground floor of one of the many towers looming over the desolate fortress complex.
The chamber they found themselves in was enormous—broad enough that their voices felt swallowed by the space before ever reaching the ceiling. Curtain-like stone walls rose around them, carved with swirling patterns. Heavy doors—slabs of stone thick enough to withstand onslaught after onslaught—lined the perimeter. A massive spiral staircase twisted upward into shadow and downward into an even deeper gloom.
What made the place unsettling was not that it was empty. It wasn't. It was that it felt occupied, yet emotionless.
