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| - This rambling, crumbling edifice was started as a five yort shack from which Greasy Slurphurdle dictated the division and investigation of the surrounding landscape. As money and influence game to him he ordered the construction of a palace. The problem was that he drew up about three dozen plans, each more grand and elaborate than the last. All of these were delivered to the masons and architects. As a result, they began work on all of them at the same time. On the one hand, they did not do anything silly like overlap the plans. What they did was hijack building supplies and space, then build a room or corridor, stables or courtyard wherever there was space, as it was on the plans. Then they would move on. This left a tangled, incomplete mess of rambling buildings stapled and nail
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| - This rambling, crumbling edifice was started as a five yort shack from which Greasy Slurphurdle dictated the division and investigation of the surrounding landscape. As money and influence game to him he ordered the construction of a palace. The problem was that he drew up about three dozen plans, each more grand and elaborate than the last. All of these were delivered to the masons and architects. As a result, they began work on all of them at the same time. On the one hand, they did not do anything silly like overlap the plans. What they did was hijack building supplies and space, then build a room or corridor, stables or courtyard wherever there was space, as it was on the plans. Then they would move on. This left a tangled, incomplete mess of rambling buildings stapled and nailed wherever they would fit. Greasy never lived long enough to see the place begin to tangle up so, and his offspring did not want to argue when they were presented with the plans. Most of the designs have been completed, aside from some of the grander ones. In addition, many of Greasy’s descendants have demanded wings, annexes and monuments to themselves. These were planned to be put in certain areas, but as before the builders simply put the areas together without any real recourse to logic. This included such impossible architecture as the master bedroom built over an empty courtyard, which crashed to the cobbles when the supports were removed. Most of the castle lies unused for most of the time. Only a number of the more usefully-constructed parts are ever in any continual use. The rest have been left to ruin and deteriorate, with little islands of habitability sheltering enclaves of the nobility. Between these wild animals roost and nest in the shadows and gloomy follies. Some corridors have also been mysteriously filled with slime, which occasionally bursts out of the flooded sections in a gloopy tide. From the city the castle looks like some bizarre fungus. It grips the mountainside like a limpet, a rambling collection of cubes and towers, and covered walkways. Each a different colour, style and level. Obviously as the mountain climbs the steepness of the buildings becomes more and more pronounced, with balconies and railings on roofs overlooking the city below. Obviously given the eccentric nature of the building plans these balconies end up on sloped roofs, conical roofs and even some built over open ait. The most recognisable sight from the city is the flagpole yard. In order to save space, all of the architects decided to put all of the flags, banners and pennants in the same stretch of courtyard. At the time not all of the poles were filled and they ended up being used for washing. As the years came and went members of the Slurphurdle family have added to the collection until the whole yard is packed with snapping, waving banners and flags of all colours and designs. From the city the writhing, colourful cloth makes the yard look like a particularly vigorous nest of insects.
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