Titansgate

Titansgate

Location: Mount Celestia / Lunia

Now asking about Titansgate, you’re delving into place steeped in myths from the birth of time itself. It’s a burg with an origin said to stretch right back to the early days of creation. It’s a place hewn from the very stone of the mountain by the magnificent hands of the titans themselves. No small feat, that, and the craftsmanship is just something else, a marvel that takes breaths away, even from old souls like meself who reckon they’ve seen it all.

Now as you step into this enormous city, you can’t help but feel, well, a bit diminutive. The place was built for sods of an altogether different scale, the mighty titans, beings of such grandeur and stature that everything here is just, well, colossal. Structures tower over you, vast and ancient, hewn from the white rock with the masterful skill you’d expect from beings able to shape worlds with their bare hands. It’s grand, I tell ye, and walking through it gives you this sense of wonder, like you’re a small part of something much, much larger than yourself.

But amidst the staggering size and grandiosity of it all, there is a gentleness, a care that permeates the place. The titans, defeated, yet not downtrodden, have given this burg a sense of guardian spirit, of watchers over ancient paths and sacred duties. The few remaining immortals who dwell here have taken on the role of keepers of the Path, safeguarding the sacred ways up through Lunia through the eons. 

Now, what catches everyone’s eye, and trust me it’s hard to miss, is that mesmerising statue that looms over the burg, a sentinel in stone with water flowing gracefully from its outstretched hands. It is surely a sight to behold, as the crystalline waters catch the perpetual moonlight, creating a spectacle of shimmering silver cascades that envelope the city in a tender embrace. This water ain’t just for show, mind; it flows generously over the city, bringing life and a gentle, calming murmur that accompanies you wherever you go.

Titansgate is also a symbol of grace in defeat. It’s the place where a handful of the good titans, rejected by the Olympians but not imprisoned in Carceri, continue to play a part in the grand scheme of things, offering shelter and guidance to those who tread the sacred paths. It’s a place of stories carved in stone, where the majestic and the gentle coexist in a harmony that is just, well, it’s just titanic. So, give it a visit, take your time to wander its colossally wide pathways and under its truly enormous arches, and perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll catch a glimpse of one of the ancient, noble bloods with eyes as wise as time is long.

Source: Panjatog, expanded by Jon Winter-Holt. This burg is a homebrew addition to the lore.