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The Jailhouse - History

History


The Jailhouse

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From an unknown time during the height of the Civil War, the imposing structure known as the Bastion of Silken Threads was first erected by the oppressive House of Silk. This fortress, far from a simple prison, was conceived as a grim harvesting ground. Its blank, windowless walls were built with mortar mixed with pulverized dust from the Bukhara Spires, granting them the sinister ability to dampen and absorb magical energy.

For centuries, the House of Silk funneled political dissidents, rival mages, and even volunteers for Ursula Nachthex's experiments into its lower levels. While official histories depicted it as a stronghold, the ancient graffiti scrawled into the deepest cells revealed a horrifying truth: a place of mind-shattering isolation and relentless arcane extraction.

In a pivotal moment, the Dragonbone Vanguard destroyed the Spire Gateways, a cataclysm that fractured the magical lattice within the prison's walls. Though damaged, the Bastion's core enchantments did not entirely break, lying dormant for an age.

During the modern era, the city of Rueside rediscovered and repurposed this formidable structure, renaming it The Jailhouse. Administered by the seemingly affable Governor Pipkin Pip Allo, it regrettably became a convenient dumping ground for the city's unwanted population.

However, the ancient mechanisms of the House of Silk are now stirring from their long slumber. The pervasive corruption seeping from the ruins of Chichingia has begun to resonate ominously with the Spire dust embedded in the prison's very walls. This insidious influence is slowly but surely driving all inhabitants, both guards and prisoners, into a state of paranoid hysteria. Deep beneath the main wards, sealed chambers containing Ursula Nachthex's discarded prototypes have begun to rattle their cage doors, signaling a profound and dangerous awakening.

The Jailhouse's current status is therefore utterly compromised, necessitating a full quarantine. The future of this cursed structure, though not yet abandoned, hangs precariously in the balance.

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