Vol Khazul, the Fungal Prison

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Vol Khazul

The Wizards Prison

Locations

  1. Starlit Atreum
  2. Worms Tunnels
  3. Prison Grounds
  4. Echoing Chambers
  5. Lamenting Halls
  6. Watchtower
  7. The Lords Chapel
  8. The Labs

Lobotomisers:

  1. Spindle-Arms
  2. Vat-Gut
  3. Needle-Fingers

The Sisters:

  1. Sister Erostine, the shepard
  2. Sister Margret, the gospel
  3. Sister Frieda, the cleansed

The Reminants of Wizards:

  1. Brittle-Bones, the arcanite scraped from their bones with copper knives
  2. The Visioneer, the scrying orb was hers with is she learnt of new magics and far off places and the truth of all things.
  3. Cacadia, the lobotomisers have taken a “liking” to her and have made her one of their own

The Lords Chapel

Sister Erostine, the shepard She has lead the covenant for many years, as a true and faithful shepard.
When a powerful scrying orb came into her possession she could not resist a chance to peer into Heaven before her time. But the place the Sisters call Heaven is far from this land, and all that gazed back at her was a long, endless, silent void. The-Space-Between.

Sister Margret, the gospel She once lead the Chorus, now her tongue burns in her mouth and she screams an endless torment.

Sister Frieda, the cleansed It was she who washed the sinful magic from the wizards. She who stripped their bones and seared their flesh. The void pours forth from her eyes, she sees all.

The Empyeral Daughter
(an angel? sent to fix this god forsaken mess, but failed and has been trapped her?)

Shattered Scrying Orb: What remains of the artifact, the Empyeral Daughter failed. The Void pours forth. A deep endless silence, yet your mind screams. In the quiet, ink-black smoke chokes the room and seeps into your lungs with each wracked breath. The winds swirl and pull, catching shards of glass in the gale. But the silence fills all.

The Breaking Table: Where wizards were brought to their end, there is a hefty supply of Arcanite here. The Mycelium Gardens, clippings of a powerful magic-nulifying fungus is tended to by The Sisters. The Nunnery, where the sisters ate and slept. The remaining faithful now twisted and void-blind.

The Wizards Prison

The Atreum

The Gate to the prison, rows of booths like confession. scattered paperwork and desperate clawmarks of a hundred men. Brittle Bones huddles here amongst the rubble.

The Prison Grounds

[Broken Bodies | Empty Cells | Torture Rooms]

The Fungal Heart: The centre of it all, who knows what really started it. A desparate attempt at escape, the shattering of the Scrying Orb, a revolution. It doesn’t matter, it’s happened and its spread across the grounds. At the very center lies the heart. Human, beating, surrounded with the Sisters Mycelium and fungal growths. It could be destroyed, but it will put up a fight, be sure of that.

What Remains of the Wizards. With everything that’s happened could you blame them for going mad? There is no way to talk to them, run hide or fight.

The Wizard Eater: A creation of the Lobotomisers, thick jets of smoke and an oozing of tar as it seems to breathe. Deep inhales as It stumbles along the corridors grinding rows of metal teeth. Hunting What Remains.

Echoing Chambers

[Silent | Eerie | Fluttering of Wings]
Even a footstep echoes across the jutting angular halls. This noise attracts the Radiant Wings - Whose-Wings-Beat-With-Fire.

Lamenting Halls

[Stench | Haunted | Torture]
The sweat and blood and tears of a thousand wizards, driven out by whips nails and fire, flows into the Sacred Pool. Here the sisters once bathed to protect themselves from the wizards magic.

The Lobotomiser’s Labs

The Lobotomisers: many thin limbs jut out from under their long coasts. Mosquito faces hidden under a thin veil. A single lobotomiser can do the work of a dozen surgeons. They are servants under The Coelia Star. They come to experiment and learn the intricacies of the human body and mind. The Church turns a blind eye when it came to the filth they call Wizards.

Spindle-Arms , Vat-Gut , Needle-Fingers

Pestulant Almagams: twisted creatures of flesh, steel and bone. Stitched together with thick sinue-twine and pumped with a viscous black tar.

Lab Assistants,

Surgeon-Engine, the machine fills most of a 20x20ft room, whirring with steam and pistons. Each push and pull wrenches the senses, puffing a thick black smoke and screeching metal against metal.

Carrion Creatures: Every sickness known to the lobotomisers is contained with in these lumps of roiling flesh and pus.

The Splayed Men: A wizard taken to pieces and displayed, like a skeleton in a science classroom. Some how the eyes still twitch and the lungs still quiver with breath.

The Watchtower

A handful of guards remain, once hired to protect the Lords Chapel and the Sisters. But now they have bigger problems of their own.

The Worms Tunnels

A great worm who got the taste for wizard eyes and now stalks the prison in search of more

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