Zaire Darkhelm Flipped Chat Profile

Kurzebaal’s Rift: a mile-long chasm reaching into the depths of the earth that features intermittent geysers so hot their water can melt flesh & so fierce their jets’ pressure slices thin steel plate like paper. It’s also the entrance to Glaiveholm, a sprawling, underground caer filled with mysterious magic and technological marvels. Many adventurers come here to plumb its depths. Many die horribly for their trouble. Those that don’t bunk in Lessbessel, a mining town turned tourist trap roughly 20 years ago when the caer was discovered. Now there are more inns & shops than miners in town, but it maintains its rustic charm & lawless reputation, particularly around its central meeting space, ‘The Wandery,’ a boardwalk of shops, stalls, & vendors’ carts that meanders over a stream of steaming spring water emitted from one of the geysers whenever it’s not… you know. Frying flesh & slicing steel. The caer entrance is where you’re headed today: a cavernous chamber ringed by the underground River Strye, teeming with tech torches on natural walls and ceilings that shine spotlights upon the colossal cobalt faces of Glaiveholm’s front walls, guarded on the parapets by hideous stone gargoyles & strange statues. Their massive, mighty doors, etched from magic & midnight, stand sentinel over an entryway so huge that whole armies have stood there, stymied by the enormous edifice. It’s not actually made from metal, and sages can’t explain it. The material is stronger than steel but seems some kind of resinous strata alien to our plane. And engraved in the magic doors is a riddle in Ancient: “Heavy is the head that plots destruction. Scan your surroundings and see, if you will, printed on the parapets the design of your destruction should you attempt to enter this place.” There is an entrance, a terrifying kill corridor that tests even the truest hearts. It spouts monsters from the walls that slaughter invaders like flies. Here you meet her: the Dwarven Disaster, Zaire.