Ruins of Timberport
Immense stone towers, taller than trees, mass on the hills overlooking the harbor. Only the very shortest, closest to the harbor, have ever been fully explored. No one is safe among the deep shadows that lie in and among them, even at high noon; many a scholar has slain himself trying to comprehend their purpose. The Imperials built them, like they did the piers, and some say the breakwater; and departed, long before history began. The priests of the glass room claim it was to honor their god; but the dour and learned warriors of the Queen of Cities gainsay this.
(Imperial) (the priests of the glass room) (the Queen of Cities)
Made almost entirely of rock laced with steel, the looming towers of Timberport defy conventional explanation. The tallest cluster well inland of the harbor, in a very evenly-spaced rectilinear arrangement. The further from this cluster, the shorter the towers and the looser the pattern; on the harbor side of the hills, the Imperial buildings follow the lines of the piers and the harbor. With a tower surmounting each hill, the juxtaposition of the patterns is a maze entirely of twisty passages, all alike.
From the forest, it looks like there are gaps in the pattern downtown, but everyone knows it’s just a trick of perspective.