Godfall

"The brawling bearded men who live here call themselves monks. They pay lip service to 'St Stalactite', which fell from the roof. But their chief interests seem to be wine, blood and shouting."

Godfall is a stalactite from the roof of the Neath that crashed into the Unterzee.

A Fallen Fortress

"Sometimes - just occasionally - bits of the roof fall off. Be glad you weren't here when this one did."

Godfall was once a massive stalactite that hung from the roof of the Neath, but now it lies sideways in the dark waters of the Unterzee. Currently, the stalactite is populated by a group of Shouting Monks who claim to pay tribute to 'St Stalactite', though they seem much more interested in drinking and fighting than any form of prayer. The monks are led by their fierce Abbot-Commander, and boast of their glories in battle during their frequent drunken revels, funded by donations from pilgrims from all across the Unterzee. However, they refuse to fight women; whether this is due to a misguided sense of chauvinism or cowardice is unclear.

Certain sects of Godfall brew and export a beverage called Lachrymose Chartreuse, sometimes advertised as 'Tears of the Roof', using a recipe stolen from the Surface. This drink has an emerald color and a unique, earthy tartness, and is an excellent lubricant for the vocal cords and may induce strange revelations.

The monks of Godfall claim to be the descendants of the stalactite's previous inhabitants, back when it was still on the roof. Unfortunately, said inhabitants were all killed when the stalactite fell to the zee. The ruins of their old structures remain in the tunnels of Godfall, but the monks blocked off most of the entrances, and they regularly place bets amongst themselves to wager the fate of any visitor foolish enough to venture within.

The Shattered Citadel

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"All the Neath is dark. The Citadel is dark as only a once-bright place can be. It hung up there among the false-stars, drowned in azure light, for... how long? Now it's here. So are you."

The bowels of Godfall.

The depths of Godfall, known as the Shattered Citadel, are the ruins of the stalactite's previous settlement, and are extremely dangerous to navigate unprepared. The tunnels are pitch-back, and their winding, twisting nature makes charting them impossible. The terrain is extremely precarious, containing unusually deep crevices, as well as massive, hollow geodes full of sharp crystals that can cut a person to ribbon after one wrong move. The air of the Shattered Citadel may also contain gases that addle the mind, leading to paranoia, breakdowns, or even hallucinations.

As if the environmental hazards weren't bad enough, the Shattered Citadel is also crawling with many forms of hostile wildlife, including beasts with mandibles that can snap a person in two, and winged creatures that attack in swarms that can easily smother victims with sheer numbers. However, the Citadel is also infested with mysterious, mummified creatures with humanoid shapes. They still breathe and eat, but lack any apparent intelligence, besides an endless drive to slaughter anyone who trespasses in their territory.

Shapeling Days

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"Imitatorsh. They shtole our Axile artsh. They fought. They would be ush. Shtill, the change remainsh. The change remainsh!"

A piece of Deep Amber.

Long ago, Godfall served as a fortress for a tribe of Starved Men, humans who reside on the roof of the Neath and use the Shapeling Arts to warp and transform themselves. The remains of their old structures can still be spotted throughout the Shattered Citadel, such as spherical rooms filled with amber that may suffocate interlopers who lose their footing. The Starved Men who resided here lived in labyrinthine, honeycomb-like dwellings, containing furniture and scenic art galleries depicting the dark zee below. They also constructed unique churches, with altars made of elegantly carved dripstone in the shape of organic forms, as well as strange knives and macabre offerings.

Deeper within the Shattered Citadel lies the Gate of Forms, an armored door covered in images of bodies twisted into strange shapes, their faces showing no emotion besides rictuses of sheer glee. This gateway leads to the Root-Gallery, a massive room carved at the base of the stalactite surrounding a central support pillar, containing dining houses, structures to enjoy the view below, and, most notably, barricades. The odd beauty of the place was not meant to last; as a result of a battle between the Starved Men, there was a great explosion that caused the stalactite to fall from the roof, killing all of its inhabitants. The bodies of the Starved Men still mark the floors of the Shattered Citadel, littering the ruins with warped bones, elongated skulls, and melted, twisted corpses that evoke spent candle wax.