The Mondo Ruction Infinity Minus 0.5 - ROUND 1 - The Crystal Rose Hotel & Resort

The Dragon of the Strands slithered across the barren plains of love. She moved with limited purpose; spotting a tree in the distance and consuming it within her bulk and then repeating with any other large object in this empty place. Due to her sheer scale she had been placed down outside the Crystal Rose Hotel and Resort. This was not to say that there was no comprehension of what she had been entered into, and consideration of her situation.

Throughout her form the many knotted threads that made out her bulk all began to vibrate in unison, their thrumming coming together to form a stern feminine voice. To those who could hear it, it sounded as though it was coming from everywhere around them all at once.

My children! Today the universe has granted us a gift! Not just new sisters to join our choir, but also the opportunity to traverse greater realms than we would ever have had on our own. All my devoted girls please gather in the cathedral. A special ceremony to my glory will be beginning shortly and continuing until we have prevailed!

Dotted throughout Stringbox’s gargantuan body there were many homes. Some of them had been different buildings once; shops and stores, windmills, several churches, a small castle, and a lighthouse now permanently tipped on its side amongst many other structures. Between them were fallen trees, upturned wagons, paths made of chunks of masonry and these acted as the makeshift bridges that allowed Stringbox’s choir to navigate throughout her. The churning of her strings often shifted these paths and these buildings, seemingly at random, though with an unnerving tendency to isolate those who do not actively engage with the worship of the Dragon of the Strands.

As her words ring out across the numerous tiny communities across her body, they bow in supplication. It isn’t as though Stringbox can see them, they don’t think, and yet they do anyway, for that is proper when being addressed by your de facto goddess. And once she has finished numerous worshippers hurry in the direction of the largest building within Stringbox; what was once an industrial factory but which has been painstakingly refurbished into the Cathedral of the Strands. Most numerous and the most devout are the kobolds. Following that there is a substantial population of humans, halflings and goblins, and beyond that small numbers of various other races. All of them hurry along their makeshift paths to sing the praises of their Goddess.

Stringbox herself, after some time slithering through the wastes, finally spots the unmistakeable shape of The Crystal Rose Hotel and Resort. Or, she assumes so. It is the first actual building she has seen within these empty plains. Like the tide she surges in its direction, eager to take it and all of its inhabitants into her horde.