Mythralor realm, Dungeon Master's Keep
It was a room, and yet it was no simple chamber but a sanctum of command. Every brick, every tile, every shadow and every glimmer of light, all of them were filled with a radiating majesty of unquestionable authority.
In the heart of the room lay a board atop a grand table, though calling it grand might have been insufficient. It was not made of wood or marble, or even crystal or glass. Instead, it seemed to be made from the heart of a world itself! Its surface shimmered with deep greens and molten golds, veins of magma frozen beneath the polished top as if their motion was forever caught in time. The legs, solid, sturdy things, were made of compressed rocks and minerals, as if they were designed to hold the weight of the world.
