OoC: And I'm el back.
I had spent the night standing in the open space ofthis peculiar construct. From time to time, I caught myself wondering how it is this thing remains aloft. For a moment, I had thought it flew by the manipulation of hot air, like the burst the several vents expel from time to time, but this theory was quickly dispelled, as mere air couldn't possibly be used to keep afloat solid metal.
Walking to the edge of the platform, I looked over the railing and spotted a man resembling a human hanging by his wrists. His hands were blackened, as the bloodflow had been cut off from hanging for a prolonged period of time. Judging by his withered skin, I would also say he was severely dehydrated. Cruelty, it would seem, was not alien to these lands.
Looking down, I spotted a lush forest, the likes I haven't seen in many a age. The sight captivated me, as memories took me back to a time when Nosgoth had yet to fall into decay.