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10.21. Elevator Lobby

The circular plane functions to take passengers to the level below, operated with a simple control panel.

On the north side of the room, a bronze statue of a noble stands atop a runed slab. The face of the figure has been marred, making their features unclear. The runes are markings of protection, poorly scribed.

A ruined bridge stretches south to a set of lookout towers.



10.20. Incubation Chamber

A surplus of clones are developed up to a month in advance. They are placed in incubation chambers to allow for the growth of additional muscle mass and memory implants.

Clones on the west side of the room are frail and confused. Clones on the east side have exceptional physiques, advanced intellects, and egos off the charts.

Should an awakened Clone Prime ever be confronted with the truth of their creation, they will laugh it off, citing that redundancy such as this is just a necessary precaution, should something actually happen to them.

Lesser clones confronted with the same information will be driven mad.



10.19. Reproductive Console

Featuring pristine buttons, levers and knobs, the console is monitored by a Wet Nurse Automaton. They lovingly adjust settings as the cloning process proceeds.

Once the clone is formed, the nurse will gently transfer the body to an incubator in the room to the east.



10.18. Cloning Chamber

Each day, an over-engineered cloning chamber produces a duplicate of the Tetric Necromancer.

Bewildered and feeble, the body is placed in an incubation chamber for up to a week, to allow for additional muscle mass to be grown. Select memories are also imprinted at this time, manipulating the clone to perform its desired function, continuing the evil schemes of clones past.

When ready, this “Clone Prime” is moved to a bed chamber and awakened, believing that they are the true Tetric Necromancer.

Outside an incubator, they live for roughly 12 hours, less if they exert themselves. After putting in a full day, they lay down to rest, then dissolve into a puddle of black slime. The cycle continues.