Outside the Castle

Perched atop a jagged, snow-clad mountain, the castle looms like a deadly crown surround by the fury of a breathing storm, often referred to as a sky terror. The towers of this place are slender, tall, and wickedly sharp. Built of obsidian black ice, or perhaps encased in it, with all but bones beneath its structures. There is beauty in this place, yes, but of a frigid, and hollow beauty, one that seemed to try too hard- as if the castle itself sought to be something it could never truly become. without its attempts at grandeur, is left cold and wanting, elegance concealed beneath a fragile blanket of soft white.

Further along its structures, closer to the massive and ornate entrance of bone white statues of creatures long since shattered beneath the hounding of this looming palace- their carcasses an everlasting memory against walls that shimmer under an eerie light. A cast of blue flame flickers the area and bleeds off the polishd walls, giving an unnatural glow to the swirling blizzard that engulfs the area.

The ground surrounding the fortress is layered with snow, but it's appearance is deceiving, for this snow- powdery white as ash - when kissed by fire, explodes into violent bursts and blasts, creating a chain reaction across the sky above. Any that survive such a sight are given a grim reminder of what cruel and unyielding power lurks within this icy domain.

Each one of the castle's spires point upwards, mimicking the teeth of an ancient maw; and given the nature of Hell, very well could be. At the castle's core, it is a structure poised into a desperate mockery of beauty, attempting to embody something grand and majestic, but with its sharp edges, its biting winds, and its volatile snow- a glimpse of its true face is seen: a place twisted and wrong, a place where beauty has been warped, corrupted into something dark, and deeply unnatural.