Post by kadrik on Dec 29, 2005 7:52:38 GMT -5
The floor was black marble, and as dark as the deepest shade of jet found in the shadowy hearts of the mountains the dwarfs took abode in. Totally unblemished by any veins of another color than black, and so even the tiled floor was a site to behold.
The light was supplied by the great cast iron cauldrons flickered and smoldered like a giants camp fire, sending strange and wonderful shapes and shadows along the floor.
In a perfect line on either side, south wards the Secondary gates could be seen, and on the exact opposite, north wards the gates to the roots of the mountain stood with their guards axes across it.
The hall is a truly magnificent sight, at its center, stood the crossroads. A huge dome rising high into the tops of the deep, held in place by four jet black pillars and a single central pillar of shimmering, silver hued stone.
Surrounding this central dome, a vast forest of ancient granite trees whose roots were from the very foundations of the earth.
So long had been spent in this halls creation, that one could inspect it for years and still find things that surprised them and filled them with deep respect.
Indeed, such areas as the pillars were still being intricately carved into buy the clans of the hold.
Some pillars were left unfinished, because the clans who maintained them had either departed the hold or been slain in one of the many battles the hold had seen.
Others however, had pillars completely finished, with carvings on every inch of the stone.
The light was supplied by the great cast iron cauldrons flickered and smoldered like a giants camp fire, sending strange and wonderful shapes and shadows along the floor.
In a perfect line on either side, south wards the Secondary gates could be seen, and on the exact opposite, north wards the gates to the roots of the mountain stood with their guards axes across it.
The hall is a truly magnificent sight, at its center, stood the crossroads. A huge dome rising high into the tops of the deep, held in place by four jet black pillars and a single central pillar of shimmering, silver hued stone.
Surrounding this central dome, a vast forest of ancient granite trees whose roots were from the very foundations of the earth.
So long had been spent in this halls creation, that one could inspect it for years and still find things that surprised them and filled them with deep respect.
Indeed, such areas as the pillars were still being intricately carved into buy the clans of the hold.
Some pillars were left unfinished, because the clans who maintained them had either departed the hold or been slain in one of the many battles the hold had seen.
Others however, had pillars completely finished, with carvings on every inch of the stone.