The Psytower and the Groaning Gale
The Radion PsyTower shimmers on the edge of the Groaning Gale, a perpetual malaise of wind and creaking sounds hovering over Lake Radion. Many animals and other creatures living in the lake and shore are prone to song but there is not much agreement on tune, key, or melody, hence the groaning. It is an area prone to confusion and mischief.
The Psytower is not so much built with a foundation as it is an idea. If you expect it to be there, it will be.
When you expect it to be there and it hungers it manifests thus: garish colored blocks arranged in a haphazard fashion, ascending 10 stories though the upper floors are hidden by the gloom of the storm. The Groaning Gale gives it ample room, its creatures waiting to pick up whatever scraps remain after the feeding.
If you perk your ears up and listen very closely over the cacophony of tuneless song of the lake creatures, one can hear the strange, confused joyful laughter of many mouths. That is the grief laughter of the Lost Seraphim.
If the Psytower allows you to enter (and you really shouldn’t unless desperation or greed drive you to cross the threshold) you would find many stairs, driving you up and up to the great obelisk that bursts forth through the roof, anchoring the Seraphim as a Hope temptation, a vector for the hungry and desperate to attempt an act of foolish bravery. Whether a primal urge drove the Seraphim to this place far beyond its unholy plane of dark wonder or if a curse drove it here, it hungers for news from beyond, feeding its spirit as the Psytower slowly consumes it. Do not approach the Seraphim for in its hunger and desperation, its many eyes and mouths have been known to pull ones gaze, and in the pulling separate and segment the unwary into component parts, humor and ichor and bone sopping into the flagstones.
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