Life in the Castle

It looms on the horizon like a limestone orchid, a green and grey vertigo of sharp knives glinting in the arid sun. These are the spires of the world hinge, the magick-ivied temple of the Soul Adept. In corridors of living stone strange destinies are woven and weary travellers become vessels of violent dream. This is the Castle, home to the homeless and light to the lost, its roots as deep as the Erth's soul and its steeples as high as the stars.