The Castle was enormous, easily covering ten acres. It had a courtyard, filled with run down training equipment that was covered in vines and bearing scorch marks. The garden was overgrown and the plants were choked out by weeds. The armory was filled with rusted iron weapons, most of which were completely useless now. There was a large tower off to the side, easily reaching a 50 meters in the air. The main building itself covered an entire acre and was extraordinarily grandiose, despite the hundreds of years it had been since anything living had entered the room. The sides were lined with massive statues that depicted warriors of extraordinary ability. The walls themselves were coated in gold, the paintings on the walls appeared to be priceless and the floor was made entirely of solid silver blocks.
At the heart of the main hall sat a throne. The most luxurious throne the Fell had ever seen, it was lined with silver, the top was encrusted with precious jewels, and the rest was made entirely of solid gold. Kneeling next to the throne was a massive figure that was at least fifteen meters tall wearing black and red armor, and holding an enormous war hammer almost as big as he was that appeared to be made of the same metal as the armor. The figure had its head bowed towards the throne and appeared to not be moving.
