Star Portal                                            -      N      - 
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The graffiti-covered interior of this room draws your eye upwards, toward
the black granite roof.  Cracked in places, sagging in others, the
architectural integrity of this hall is dubious at best.  Constellations
were long ago carved out of the ceiling, but more recently painted in with
lines between the stars.  Rather than the familiar Manscorpion, Wise Kings,
Battling Witches and other staid constellations, there is a zebra, the
initials SML, and something no nun should ever see.  In the center of the
sky is an unmolested Marabah, painted into the sky, dripping its life-giving
liquid like tears, weeping for the fate of its home.  The walls are dirty
and covered with small tangle vines, the product of years of vacancy.  Aside
from the faux Marabah, the only undisturbed, clean thing in this room is a
plaque, inserted into the floor, made of heavy, nearly-indestructible
meteorite.  
     Marabah hangs low in the eastern sky.