The edge of everything



an elaborate palace on the edge of a precipice, its towers reaching almost to a nearby moon, surrounded by flowing rivers that lose themselves to endless waterfalls, most of the light coming from nearby stars.

this is where the creatures of the night hold court and scheme. where lives are bought, sold, and traded.

epiktetos rules here.

ancient vampires tread these halls, playing their games of politics and intrigue. their servants - ghouls, mortal, other - hide in the shadows, praying they are not called upon while here, to keep themselves safe from the games their masters and mistresses play.

other creatures that shun the daylight find a place here, too. wraiths, and wights, and dark fae creatures. hollow ones, those who howl at the moon, and dark mages are also know to visit, and share in the wealth that changes hands here.

the palace itself is tall, and made of dark marble. Here and there pools glint darkly under the starlight. the rivers flow around, delicate bridges connect the palace island to the main peninsula. there is little life here. no trees, no grass, no fish in the pools.