The Times as We See Them
Heed! Head the word of the babbling brainer foaming at their mouth! Eyes bulging and bloodshot, limbs contorted and thin!
The Tower!
The Tower Grows!
It spreads its wings higher and higher towards the eye of the maelstrom!
Its mighty wings cradel the eye from where it sees all!
And it grows taller! Taller! Taller still! Higher and higher on veins of silver steel and loose rubble!
Once humbled from taller buildings, the Tower now dominates, overcomes, diminishes all other buildings in the Rocpocalypse skyline, spreading its wings higher. Higher. and Higher still!
For the growth of this Tower is the growth of the storm. Every inch outward is another grown into the sky. The building is a beacon of devilish things, devilish as it has always been. For the tower is nearly at the center of all things and refracting light travels down its silver tendrils and into the silver faraday cage at its base. But it's grim job continues and its dependent grows hungrier. It is ravenous! It is insatiable!
And so the Tower must grow! It must collect the damned dew of the storm on its wings, their iridescent sheen seen for miles around. It's stones stained silver by the runoff. It is a silver tower of change, or demons, of chaos!
And fear, dread, hate it's still living halls. For the brainers and houses and the weird among us dream terrible dreams of the twisting labyrinth that sits at the buildings core. Halls and elevators that now twist endlessly and needlessly, going back upon themselves and stretching beyond the buildings interior. It is a den of madness that is constantly changing as the tower is constantly growing. The only sacred thing here is the release of death, and even they may not be allowed to escape.
For this horrible nightmares show the world through countless glazed over eyes, felt through grasping hand protruding through walls, and to move through these places is a twisting experience upon which those who see these sights are broken upon the silver wheel of an everturning dream.
But these things cannot exist. Our world may be strange but it is real, tangible, whole! This place, this Tower is broken and caving in upon itself, there is no way that their can be a modicum of truth amongst obvious falsities. But the silver Tower is there, gleaming on the horizon. Its exterior can be seen, the silver veins running the whole of its length, the iridescent scene of the maelstroms rain and reign unmistakable. So is it true then? Or is the tower just like any other place in the loop, a mere fragmenting of the mind. Or is it here that reality breaks. That it buckles and bends under the draft of heavy steel wings beating tirisly to raise this building higher and higher from its cement foundation. Can anyone or anything bear to stand up to the terrible beating of this iridescent silver wings. Or when one arrives will the many weird things of the world be true and pale in comparison, as you are beaten down and broken under the wings of progress under a mercurial Tower of the changing world.
Demographics
Whoever has wandered into the towers halls, either lost themselves or searching for something lost.
Government
The natural order of the Maelstrom, for upon its wind the Tower's wings beat.
Defences
It needs none.
Industry & Trade
None.
Infrastructure
A great stone tower, capped with gigantic steel wings.
Assets
A look into the heart and the eye of the maelstrom.
Guilds and Factions
None.
History
The Silver Tower is a remarkable building known for its foreboding atmosphere long before the death of the old world. Its steel wings have inspired terror as long as men have been able to feel it. And as it is blasted with the winds of the maelstrom day in and out, it changes and bends to these winds. Only to become more terrible, a break of reality among the dark skys of the Infinite Loop.
Natural Resources
None
Alternative Name(s)
The Mercury Tower
Type
Outpost / Base
Population
None as the Rocpocalypse is aware.
Inhabitant Demonym
The Lost and the Changed
Location under
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