You are in the desert, a vast wasteland of sand and heat.
You are at the eastern end of a dark, featureless landscape of shallow hills. Paths to the east and southeast reenter the rock.
The front hall runs past an entrance to the living room here, to the north. Another hall intersects to the east.
You are standing on the western shore of the mighty Flathead Ocean. According to legends you read at the University, the eastern shore of this ocean is a strange land of magical beings and priceless treasures.
This cramped area is just big enough for one person and all the equipment. A thick glass window overlooks the screening room to the north.
A north-south corridor intersects the main corridor here. To the west, the main corridor extends as far as you can see; a non-working walkway from that direction ends here. To the east, the corridor widens into a well-lit area.
This is a large room, one half of which is depressed. Salty water flows from a large leak in the ceiling. The only exit is to the west.
This was the armory of the artifact. A massive bulkhead has been burned away, giving free access to the weaponry. Unfortunately, it appears that the vast stock of futuristic armaments has been mostly destroyed.
This upper level is key to defending the outer perimeter of the castle, with its commanding view of the causeway, moat and baileys. The floor is filled with 'murder holes' for dropping heavy cannonballs onto unwanted visitors who penetrate as far as the barbican's lower level, just below.
This is the circular driveway in front of the house. Many cars are parked here, and the drive is somewhat blocked. To the south is a stand of oaks, to the north is the front porch of the house. Piled along the border of the driveway are hundreds of pumpkins.
