At its heart stands a vast circular chamber, ringed by towering shelves and arcane apparatus — a study where the stone giant lord once communed with powers far older than his kin. Crumbled passages lead to adjoining rooms filled with shattered tablets, broken relics, and the skeletal remains of those who delved too deep into runelord lore. One wing houses the remnants of a scriptorium, its ink long dried to dust, while another conceals ritual pits and symbols carved into the floor — sacrifices made in the name of discovery.
Though much of the library now lies in ruin, the air still thrums with dormant power. The walls remember every word ever spoken within them, and the stones seem almost to breathe when the torches flicker. Those who enter the Jorgenfist Library seeking truth will find it — but truth here is heavy, ancient, and far from merciful.
