Where the corruption began and the story of Tainted Halls
So far the first three posts have included light, happier areas of Tainted Halls, but I suppose I had better go over the story I came up with for the structure and show where the corruption began. So today, I will show the Hell's Gate. The area it is built in is kind of small, so I am still working with this to improve the creepiness factors. Hell's Gate Once upon a time...(yes, I am going that route) there was an Alchemist, so renowned for his advances and discoveries, that his favor with the local Lord of the area, granted him a castle to do with as he liked. Being what he was, an Alchemist, he chose to turn the castle into both a workshop and a library, to document everything he had learned. He planted every sort of herb and shrub, every sort of tree. Set up all sorts of contraptions here and there, using the whole building as a way to learn more and more. The Lord of the area indulged his every whim. The Hell's Gate was just one of those whims. Given his close relation