Mighty grey obelisks breach the sky surrounding the Pavilion, elucidating a domain of potency.
A grand and illustrious place full of activity and movement. This pavilion is a city-sect where all paths coexist, from the righteous to the demonic. Each has their own story.
The Pavilion sits nestled atop a lonely steppe amid a sea of black sand. Within and around it are many facilities, the Cult has fully developed the land atop the steppe for the benefit of those within, while the lands below are mostly left to themselves.
