The Labyrinth of the Last War

Such a large part of the island, buried amidst the ruins of a pangolin stronghold, the labyrinth is the final hiding place of many secrets.  Pangolins and Elves laced the twists and turns of the structure with magic with help of the pantheon.  Within the enchanted walls of the labyrinth are monsters and savage beasts that guard the treasures and the terrors both.  Siren may have sang the labyrinth into existence but Charista had additional ideas for the structure.

The Heart-Eater Monolith

After the Elves left the labyrinth, many pangolins found themselves trapped within.  It was not because of the difficulty of the labyrinth for the pangolins knew many of the secrets.  The Elves escapes the moment the black stone Monolith emerged from the ground near the entrance of the labyrinth.  The undead that rose up nearby is what kept the pangolins within.  Charista's monolith, was meant for redemption, but the undead, either by pride or by cruel denying, refused the offer of the monolith.  Like the pangolin's they were trapped by the powers of the labyrinth, and worse, other undead of various kinds from around the world found themselves drawn to the island and the labyrinth.  Powerful undead plot their escape with what they may have learned from the depths.  The elves found out that anyone who enters is also cursed by the monolith, an unfortunate side effect of the magic.

The Constructed Cat-people

In the days of the last war, Nasaabo watched with fret from the Henge and in a rare instance of divine interference, she sought to help the pangolins within and limit the power of the undead.  She had an idea to raise up some cats that could go in and help the pangolins and combat the undead.  Raised from mud and straw and stone, the cat-like humanoids by the hundreds scraped their stone claws against the base of the monolith.  Their essence became warped by the magic of the monolith, and what they would have to carve into the monolith, they would never understand.  Seeing the elemental cats in their multitudes flood into the labyrinth and their purpose change away from her intention, she grew uncharacteristically despondent.  The rumors of a dark intention deep in the being of every deity can usually be denied except for the one act of Nasaabo that followed her creation.

Nasaabo's dark blessing came after the catpeople became infused in the strange ecology of the labyrinth.  The pangolins had proven to be elusive, the undead too powerful.  Nasaabo, the kindly old woman who watches over kindly old women, gave them strange magic.  The catpeople were only old females that smelled of baked bread and had glowing gemstone eyes.  They would engulf and consume their prey.  Some old cats are fat with the bones of many dead as they are merely incorporated into the mud and stones of their bodies.  Nasaabo has turned her back on her creations of the labyrinth, just as they have also denied her.  Perhaps this is one of the reasons she tries not to get involved.