Was working last night on a new setting for tabletop, and this is what i came up with.
These halls once were filled with splendor and life, but now they are hollow as the corpses that liter them. The name of each individual fading away each and everyday, but yet their memories remain as a warning to those who would repeat their mistakes.The Tower of Babel is as fitting a name for this place. I didnt care learning Its name from its previous inhabitants, not that i was given much time to socialize. No, we were on the front lines fighting an impossible battle. Wait that wasnt quite right. There were two parts to us being here, why these men and women laid down their lives. I cant remember any more. The first floors were open air, with natural springs feeding the beautiful gardens and wells.
The floral consisted a vast aray of various species from, well, everywhere, and it was set up so that the point of view would be drawn to different areas and features as the time of day passed as well as with season. So much so that they could set their watch or calendar by the floral. The springs run up into the fountains, flavored by the surrounding floral, so each has its own unique flavor.