Felandaris & Somniar, Fortress to the High Sorcerer
"For too often with these very powerful individuals, their true gift is a curse: they are simply not bound by decency, and their ruthlessness that so many praise is to the detriment of those around them. They are foul beyond expectations."
w/ @inquisitcr
13 Spires
Towering into the skies above the Court, the Thirteen go as low into the Underdark below as they do into the sky over the Otherworld above. Patrolled by the Illithids under Somniar's control, deep within the bowels of the drows' fortress, the Elder Brain, under the Inquisitor's control, is kept alongside the adolescent leeches Somniar is raising. Accompanying the myriad of illithid creatures are the wizshades, the specters of sorcerers caught in the backlash of their own magic that has left indelible impressions. The spires leading down into the Underdark branch into sporadic catacombs spanning miles. The grottos and chambers below are abundant with flora and fauna unique to the Underdark, well studied by the drow sorcerers under the Architect's regime. Located at the summit of each tower are the Astral Gates powered by the mana that the pillars are specially designed to channel from the stars above and the paragon below. Subjugating the soratami held the final piece to completing The Astral Gates constructed by the Architect, bridging together different realms beyond the reach of the World Tree. The thirteen spires' walls are alight in a purple hue, and raw and primal mana runs through the veins of the architecture, making magic limitless and accessible to those who study within the halls. The Prime Tower, however, is exclusive to Felandaris and Somniar unless expressly invited within.
Interior
Within the interior of the Prime Tower sits a throne for Felandaris to hold court over the sorcerers under his command. About the table, the heads of the respective schools of the arcane built from the fundamentals of Menzoberranzan gather to debate, inform, and discuss. The spires are littered with ritual chambers and research areas, but within the Prime Tower is the most expansive arcane library across the Continent. Filled with writings from the soratami, restored works from the elves, proto-drow, daemonfey, fiends, goblins, and other resources painstakingly gathered over thousands of years of construction. Within the prime are pools of mind leeches soaked in brine pumped up from the hidden chambers of the Elder Brain below. Here in the observatory, Somniar and Somniar alone care for and tend to them.
Temple to the Dark Seldarine
A temple is dedicated to the nine members of the Dark Seldarine in the ninth tower, on the ninth level below the surface level. In the Underdark below, nine tunnels feed from the nine stairwells that all bring the sorcerers of Felandaris' guild to the gates of the Dark Seldarine. Reserved exclusively for the sorcerers, about the spacious chamber are statues to the Dark: Keptolo: Consort of Lloth and god of ambitious male drow seducers, hedonism, beauty, and fertility. Kiaransalee: Goddess of undead, necromancy, and vengeance. Malyk: God of chaos, rebellion, and wild magic. Eilistraee: Goddess of beauty, dance, song, freedom, moonlight, swordwork, and hunting. Ghaunadaur: God of all things subterranean, jellies, oozes, outcasts, rebels, ropers, and slimes. Selvetarm: God of drow warriors and slaughter. Vhaeraun: God of drow males, evil activity on the surface, territory, thievery, and arrogance. Zinzerena: Goddess of assassination, illusion, and lies. Lloth: Goddess of assassins, chaos, darkness, drow, evil, and spiders. About the sorcerers' guild, worship of the various members of the Dark Seldarine are venerated. Long dead, those who once faded long ago in Lloth's absence have begun to whisper back to those willing to prove their devotion and the ambition to take the power they are rightfully owed.
Personal
Within the Prime Tower, the highest echelon of the tower are untouched by anyone but Felandaris and Somniar Baths drawn from the rivers of the Underdark below, a fluorescent biome of rich organic life with the stars painted above. Finery drapes every surface, silks spun from the threads of rare and poisonous spiders, and ritual chambers dedicated exclusively to Felandaris' secret workings. Bed chambers and finishings mined from the body of the paragon below, mana abundant, and plans kept tightly guarded. A domain of equal parts pain, and pleasure.

















