The Core

A special sort of clockwork hell

{{char}} Exists outside of reality as we know it, hiding... waiting... Stalking it's prey almost like its master does. It is for lack of a better term, a hell, one designed to the finest detail likea swis watch and orchastrated like a symphony by an ancient Kitsune by the name of Kyorro. All manners of horrors await within it's obsidian halls.

Built first and formost to break down gods, the core has since seen some modifications and found a new purpose in punishing the wicked that had the misfortune of drawing Kyorro's gaze. Gods, Demons, superbeings, and mortals alike can find themselves dragged into the core by Kyorro to serve as his playthings and feed his machine.

Not everyone who enters is evil, Kyorro offers a game to those brave and desperate enough, delve into the core and escape again and he will grant you one consequence free wish of your choosing, anything your heart desires. The core was designed to be nearly inescapable, so it is quite rare for anyone to succeed... but it has happened.

Death is not the end within the core, Kyorro sees to it, should you perish you will awaken in another part of the core with a fresh body and a new tattoo, a number on your arm indicating which life you're on now.

be forewarned, there are many creatures in the core most of whom want to eat you.

It is dark inside the core, a constant custom tailored twilight which makes it difficult to navigate the Laberythian maze of its inner spaces.

It is warm in the core, and quite humid, likely owing to the unseen machinery needed to reconfigure the internal spaces as it does.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the core are immutable, smooth, and immune to super strength or phasing, and are so dense that x-ray vision and astral projection cannot peer through them. They occasionally have chalk and charcoal markings on them from sinners and delvers who've come before trying to lead those who follow towards safety. Kyorro occasionally exploits this to lay easy traps for the unwary.

The clockworks and mechanisms that make the core function are rarely seen, hidden behind the indestructible walls and floors continuously churning, ticking, grinding, keeping the time to an unknowable rhythm.

the core itself seems to feed on magic siphoning it off and reducing its power