1602 Total LI/Prims
Footprint 64 X 64
As you approach the towering castle, the sunlight catches in the stained glass, scattering shards of color across the stone walls. Each window tells a story—heroes and beasts, kings and lost kingdoms—etched in brilliant blues and reds. The air smells faintly of moss and warm earth, and a gentle breeze carries the sound of distant bells from the valley below.
Suddenly, the trail opens into a colossal, roofless atrium. It is a marvel of ancient engineering; massive marble columns soar upward, their capitals seemingly brushing the deep azure of the sun-drenched sky. Without a ceiling to obstruct the view, the architecture feels less like a building and more like a gateway to the heavens.
Leaving the sunlit hall, you follow the path as it ducks beneath heavy stone skyway's—massive arched bridges that lace the towers together like the stitches of a giant. The shadow of the stone is cool against your skin until you reach the summit of the trail: a set of wide, weathered steps leading to towering double doors of ancient oak.
With a heavy groan of iron hinges, the doors give way. You step into the castle's inner sanctum. The air here smells of aged stone and cold hearths. Your eyes trace the walls, mesmerized by the carvings of forgotten kings and celestial battles that seem to move in the flickering light and notice the winding step stones treads that invite you deeper into the labyrinthine heart of the fortress.Passing through a series of vaulted chambers, you push open a heavy side door and find yourself suspended in the air. A narrow catwalk stretches across the void, connecting your tower to its twin.
As you cross, the world opens up. To your left and right, the horizon is a tapestry of lush golden wheat fields waving in the breeze and glimmering rivers that snake through the valley like ribbons of hammered silver. The height is dizzying, but the beauty is grounding.
You re-enter the stone spire and find one final set of stairs. They are steep and narrow, lit only by thin arrow slits in the masonry. You emerge at the very pinnacle—a wide, unobstructed 360-degree view of the world below.
From this height, the castle doesn't just feel like a building; it feels like an extension of the mountain itself. This is no longer a ruin or a relic. This is your seat of power. This is home.
