A castle so big the lower levels are filled with roomless destitutes who roam the halls hunting rats for food

>A Walmart so big the lower floors are filled with roomless destitutes who roam the halls hunting ramen for food

So like Ravnica except it's all indoors? What if it was an entire plane of existence where the only wilderness was just rooms that no one's used and eventually was overtaken by mold/plants/monsters?

>Monster hunt and consume the destitutes that haunt the upper levels of the dungeon
>Said me destitutes become frightening figures who hunt low powered monsters
>only the most savage and brutal survivors are found in the darker levels

Shit I'm half tempted to use this as a character concept

What would they be classwise? Rogue? Barbarian?

Go to bed Gene.

Could be an abandoned titans castle various people and beasts moved in its titanic rooms.
> The war rage on in the Die-Ning room region

>What is Gormenghast?

>a mid-level Wizard gets 5 to 7 castings of Teleport spell per day, covering a couple hundred miles
>even then it takes bit over 30 days journey to the center of the dungeon
The Empire likes to build its castles large.

>An entire portion of the castle is broken and war-torn, as if a battle recently ocurred
>Through one of the many massive holes in the wall, you can see a still-fresh battlefield littered with corpses, some of the survivors gathering up the dead
>A few rooms later, you find a window to the very same field, but it has changed
>It is suddenly lush and green, a memorial standing to comemorate the battle

That sounds awesome
I imagine that the higher levels would be heavily guarded and harder to reach and once anyone gets there, they start to barricade themselves from the starving hordes from below.

This is overdose, but also cool.
Some regions within the "castle" could be filled with high tech stuff while others would be a backwater medieval place, with anachronistic regions here and there.

Oh boy, now we're getting somewhere.
>entering ballrooms from one doorway and having a plague doctor wearing a mask scavenged from a masquerade check you for infections in the next

>aristocrat's hall of mirrors is actually a hidden teleporter

>Makeshift inns

Gormenghast?

Not completely related, but has anyone ever tried to make something like the stone city from GRRM's short story? I really loved that concept.

probably bunches of both, of course there are going to be warbands

maybe make some homebrewed classes that more specifically reflect the weird struggles you'd have and skills you'd need to live full inside a castle all the time?

>Sometimes the ramen hunts them.

>Wizard asshole accidentally a Dyson Sphere using magic
I can dig it.

>what is Walmart Apocalypse

What about the Tunnel People short-story?

Everything from the top of the tower of flints to the last of the old cold stones.

I don't know why, but I've been reminded of that odd comic where a bunch of office workers lose it and devolve into caveman like people, squirrels, deers and everything.

>Some regions within the "castle" could be filled with high tech stuff while others would be a backwater medieval place, with anachronistic regions here and there.

>word is that the East Chapel has developed a new type of lintel that allows them to secure collapsed corridors, and they are now expanding vigorously to the 9th Barbican

that's called an eucumenopolis.
If would be interesting in the sense that's it's usually a sci-fi trope.

Valerian had an interesting take on this, with a sinking city, and the people constantly building to stay overground. The old, disused levels were way innagrounds.

Its tippyverse golems, they make their own materials.

Gormenghast, the thread.

>What is a useless response, the posts.

Came here to post Gormenghast, wasn't disappointed.

There are some brave souls who have dared to leave the inside of the castle to the fabled Ramparts.

Many centuries have past but the residents swear they see the shadows of men with wings and terrible screechings in the distance...

Dyson spheres depicted in fiction can't exist without artificial gravity. Try a shelworld instead:

youtu.be/TfMr_XkWcEs?t=7m54s

I don't see you contributing.
Hit us with your best homebrew and drawfaggotry, user.

You can have a dyson sphere without artificial gravity.

It's just that most space on the dyson sphere except a strip of the equator won't have gravity.

"as depicted in fiction" and if you want to live in a big sphere, just fill it with breathable air, amd put rotating colonies IN it.

I, too, browse Veeky Forums.

Instead of the Big Bang, they call it the Big Build.

Someone know what that user is talking about? Sounds fun.

Maybe it's this?

sounds like a concept I believe was from the guy who did DnD with Pornstars of a reality in which empty space was completely filled with matter.

Imagine if reality itself was castle, city, and buildings. Rare patches of dirt and pasture are surrounded by a cancer of brick, mortar, and masonry. Finding the "roof" to the chunk of cityscape you're in will reveal an obscenely huge cavern with a large sun floating in the center. You can see rooftops and minarets to the horizon where they curve upwards to encase the inner sun, You wonder if there are people above you staring down from their inverted towers or if gravity still work normally on that side so that the "roof" of the reality is upside-down buildings.

Good call with Virga, user

I do, but didn't save it. It looks like one of those textless office or airline safety manuals, except it depicts an office Anarcho-Primitivist revolt

The squatters at the lower upground levels of the Redoubt hunted bigger things, and were hunted by weirder things.

Who could possible navigate such a vast and tangled labyrinth?

...

>The castle is so big the Sun, the moon and the other stellar bodies go around the castle

Almost posted it, but then realized it has some stuff not fit for a blue board. Just look for 'office civilization' or something, should be able to find it. Look for a tall image.

>The castle has expanded to such a size that it's unknown if there is even such a thing as outside
>The constructs originally created to safeguard the place have gone haywire and kill humans on sight
>A race of sadistic monsters, once human, roams the vast halls and caverns. They were corrupted by their own experimentation long ago and now see ordinary humans as mere insects.
>One last construct, somehow spared from the decay that has overtaken his brethren, must search for the remaining descendant of the true king to restore order in the endless castle and save humanity.
>also he's got a really dumb name

Really killy, tho.

>Your party encounters a knight wielding a spear
>On closer inspection, his armor appears to be completely handmade from various forms of kitchen tools and cuttlery that's been forged in an oven and thrown together into makeshift plate. The cloth of his armor is clearly tapestries he's ripped from walls and curtains
>"What ho! A fine On Switch to you all. I am the knight errant Douglas Washbin, I have journeyed all the way from the kitchen of floor 345 in search of a new room for my people to make pilgrimage to!"

>As you make your way to the Fifth Ring of the Jungle Gardens you are met with a young dark skinned woman in loose robes.
>Her right hand glows with a gentle light and she approaches you cautiouly but curiously
>"Welcome travelers! I am Rebecca Sunflower, a apprentice Sol Mage. What brings you to our village?"
>Upon seeing her relaxed greeting the various scots hiding among foliage covered gates reveal themselves bows and flint hewn knives at their side.

>The basement is the darkest, most dangerous land in all of the castle
>Any who dare to venture down there are never seen again, some say it is because the basement is filled with ancient, horrifying monsters, others just believe those that go down there are changed forever and can't leave
>It is an immense cavernous wasteland of dust and cobwebs, the lights of the castle are barely above a dim in this land, and the residents of the basement have built bonfires that offer the faintest form of light in this dark realm
>Beyond the great number of dangerous monsters and crazed castle dwellers, there also exist the Cast Iron Caste, an entire cult of undead who still retain their minds, their duty is to defend the land of the basement from dangers, and to protect the great furnaces that keep the castle warm
>There was once hundreds of furnaces, but now only half as many exist
>The portions of the castle that lost their furnaces are now frigid hellscapes

Please. This is what Sams Club already is.

>As your band of travelers makes their way up the Third Grand Staircase, you can see a figure through the thick mists obscuring the floors above
>A figure sits atop the railing, gazing out into the mists. It is hard to discern if he is fully human, his body seems similar, but one arm seems out of proportion. The figures face is completely obscured by his hood, and his body is lined with weaponry and tools of fine quality
>"I suggest you folks do not go farther. The floors beyond this are not for travelers to delve into, they are harsh, and terrible places. Who am I? I am a Groundskeeper, that is as much as you need to know."
>From your knowledge of residents in the castle, the Groundskeepers are the only people who have ever gone beyond the castle walls and into the Yard, if this figure's identity is really that of a Groundskeeper, then it makes sense that they are equipped so thoroughly

>The Light of the Gran Libria was cool but not so dark as to make reading difficult.
>Under the immense lantern dark robed figures moved about shuffling books and scrolls and manuscripts of all sizes and vast rows of desks were similar robed figures sat in tutlege.
>Having been cleared by the Library Guard you make your way down the spiralling staircase to the sound of a fountain where a small garden is tended to and lightly dressed acolytes carry water and vegetables to carts.
>You are greeted by the Librarian primus and his retinue who stand at the floor level having inspected the crops ready to be carried to the other parts of the castle.
>"Alas you arrive, come and break bread with us, I have much to discuss I wish you to take back to your village."

>Even now, the grand armies of the United Front of the Grand Ballroom march to war against the Order of Master Quarters
>The only hope the United Front has of standing against the Order's barbarous beastkin hordes supposedly taken from the Yard, is the backing of the Great Chapel Room's divine Stained Glass Watchers, hardened soldiers of the holy faith who spend their days bathed in the light beyond the windows of the Chapel Room, they say the light grants them otherworldly, heavenly strength in battle.

>Those who are brave and bold enough to make the journey seek out the Healers of the Ivory Mist
>A grand ediface with pearly white and gold with a warm and inviting spring and a great basin said to have healing properties.
>Within are gentle bubble like creatures whom the Healers protect and use in their healing by encasing the sick and afflicted in bubbles and "cleansing" them of the filth of their illness
>As a part of their coming of age ritual an aspirant must go out into the castle where they are hardened by the physical and spiritual filth without and then cleansed and made pure upon returning.

>Across the castle, there are countless kitchens that are the center of each individual kingdom within the castles walls
>Though the kitchens have ample stores of food, and trade with the gardens keeps most kingdom decently stocked, there is simply not enough stores of food to keep the whole of the castle running
>Which is why the Order of the Larder exists.
>Stationed in the Main Kitchen, the Order of the Larder are a private army of knights, recruited from all across the castle, made of the bravest and strongest of warriors
>The Order of the Larder's job is to take monthly trips in the depths of the Main Kitchen's labyrinthine storage room, an ever changing landscape filled with ancient traps, golem defenses, and an abundance of dangerous monsters that have made the storage room their nest. All of this to seek out the Larder, the center of the labyrinth, and home to the largest and most bountiful store of foodstuffs in the entire castle, through magical and other mysterious means, the Larder is fill to the burst with food, never seems to run dry, and the food never goes bad as long as it remains in the Larder
>The storage room was a difficult journey, but the Larder is leagues beyond those dangers.
>Thus it is the Order of the Larders job, their duty, their mission in life, to brave this journey and retrieve food from the Larder to bring back to the Main Kitchen so that the rest of the castle may continue to eat.
>It is a crucial job, and a time honored tradition that only the bravest and strongest are allowed to take on.

Thanks user, i'll be stealing some of this if i can

Please post at least something; Google is bringing up nothing as these terms are far too general.

This is a really cool idea, pretty bummed to see the thread decay so fast.

Literally the first image result with the term provided.

Does thou not read Dungeon Meshi?

OP, check out Pile: Petals from St. Klaed's Computer. Factions war and kingdoms fall within the vast, ever building ever crumbling structure.

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