Tall spires thrudst into the sky at the far edge of the woods. All at once the sickly alive greenery changes to the dead and cold rock of the cliffs. To reach this place one must be a windigo, or a prisoner of one of the deadly creatures, since no human can overcome the sense of death, corruption, decay and danger that seems to seep from the rocks, permeating all those who near them.
A single cave opens on the ground level, and is guarded well. Through this small opening a hallway lit only by the occasional torch leads to a large open area known as the foyer. The gathering place of all those entering and leaving. Stalactites thrust down like large teeth, glittering with imbedded minerals, while their matching stalagmites thrust from the ground in horrendus pillars. In the center of the room a large stalagmite towers above all else, reaching nearly to the top of the domes cavern. Atop this, removed from everyone and everything, is a large blue crystal, glittering with an eerie light and casting its shadows on the cavern below. A chair sits in this crystal, sometimes holding the one who looks over everything, and othertimes conspicuously empty.
Several openings in the foyer lead off into the dark caves and individual rooms within. Many windigo choose to live here, far from the bustle of the city. Still others prefer to visit, to learn, and listen to the wise words of the strongest ancient. These cliffs could be called the City Hall for the windigo, where the true power of the city lies.
