#27900 The Entrance to France~ This large street of France is flooded with candlelight from surrounding high lamps, the flickering glow adding an air of romance to the atmosphere. A large sign reminds visitors to be sure to visit the cathedral of Paris here. The street continues on to the east, the Champs Elysees lies to the north, and off to the south the town of Lyon can be seen. ~ 279 c 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27950 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27901 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27937 E credits info~ An area based on the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris and the Three Musketeers. By Apollo (modified by Detta) Links: 96-98ns portals ~ S #27901 The Beginning of Notre Dame Street~ This beautiful street has been decorated with blossoming flowers and branching trees that grow on either side. Delicate flower petals drift lazily in the air, partially obscuring the more distant views of this continuing east to west path. ~ 279 0 1 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27902 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27900 S #27902 Notre Dame Street~ This flower-strewn paved street continues on to either the east or the west. At the side an immense stone wall can be seen, a massive steeple rising from above it. No ordinary structure, it is beautifully designed and carefully decorated, obviously belonging to a very important cathedral of Paris. ~ 279 0 1 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27903 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27901 S #27903 The Entrance to the Cathedral~ Here lies the entrance to the Cathedral of Notre Dame, the large door beautifully ornamented and decorated with representations of the four evangelists. Above the door is a breathtakingly huge rose window, alight with flickering candlefire from the streets below. The street continues on to the east and the west, the southern way leading into the cathedral. ~ 279 0 1 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27904 D2 ~ door~ 1 27900 27905 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27902 S #27904 The End of Notre Dame Street~ The street comes abruptly to a dead end, nothing but rising stone walls all around except for the large steeple visible to the east. Everything is still and quiet here, seemingly a way not travelled very often. ~ 279 0 1 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27903 S #27905 The Atrium of the Cathedral~ Awe-inspiringly beautiful, this massive gothic cathedral has obviously spared no expense. The high ceiling has been gilded and patterned with gold, imposing stone walls home to various carved statues, and the grand marble floor polished so that it shimmers with the surrounding candleglow. Two columns of doric design stand like guardians either side of the entranceway to the north. ~ 279 cd 0 D0 ~ door~ 1 27900 27903 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27907 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27908 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27906 S #27906 The Atrium of Notre Dame~ This is the western side of the atrium, the intimidatingly large stone walls carved here and there into statues, golden representations of angels embedded along the bejewelled ceiling. Dazzlingly white, the smooth floor is made of pale marble, stretching like untouched snow off into the east. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27905 S #27907 The Atrium of Notre Dame~ This appears to be the east end of the atrium, tall impressive sculptures placed like silent custodians throughout the room. Portrayals of Christ and some of his apostles can be recognized, carefully wrought from delicate red stone. Images of angels are inlaid into the ceiling with pure gold, amongst them the archangels; Raphael, Michael and Gabriel. ~ 279 d 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27905 S #27908 The Central Corridor~ This grand corridor lies at the center of the cathedral, a majestic altar rising from the marble floor to the south. Several wooden benches stand at either side of the corridor, places for people to sit and listen to the preachings of the Cardinal. A chapel lies to the east, and to the west, a corridor to the second floor. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27905 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27909 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27916 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27912 S #27909 The Eastern Corridor~ This corridor continues on to the east, a chapel visible ahead. Several carved benches lie to the left and right, the sounds of people's hushed whispering echoing along the walls like the murmurings of a subtle breeze. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27910 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27917 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27908 S #27910 The Waiting Room of the Cathedral~ This small room is rather eerily cold and dark, a silent air of anticipation lingering in the air as visitors here wait for the priest to come. A long bench stands here, the rest of the room unremarkable and stone-grey, a single door lying to the east. ~ 279 ad 0 D1 ~ door~ 1 27900 27911 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27909 S #27911 A Little Chapel~ This humble chapel is the place where sinners amongst the local French population come to confess their wrongdoings. No windows are visible, leaving the room very dark indeed, only the dim glow of a solitary candle lighting the way. The only exit is the door to the west. ~ 279 ad 0 D3 ~ door~ 1 27900 27910 S #27912 The Western Corridor~ Many wood benches stand along this western corridor, seated French believers waiting patiently for the Cardinal to arrive. Several stained-glass windows stand along the wall, inscribed with passages from the bible and aglow as if with holy light. To the west, an old wooden door stands unobtrusively. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27908 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27915 D3 ~ door~ 1 27900 27913 S #27913 A Small Room~ This small stone room is cramped and covered with a layer of grime and dust, evidently no one has come here for a long time. There is hardly any light penetrating the grey darkness here, but what little there is allows for the sight of a small ladder within the northern room. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27914 D1 ~ door~ 1 27900 27912 S #27914 The Way to the Steeple~ Dark and sombre chill hanging heavy in the air, only the feeble flickerings of a single torch add a hue of warmth to these surroundings. A very old wooden ladder descends into the blackness below, patches of rot and decay fuelling obvious doubt as to its sturdiness. ~ 279 acd 0 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27913 D4 ~ ~ 0 27900 27925 S #27915 Western Aisle~ This long aisle lies to the western side of the cathedral, rays of natural light splaying through the large coloured window, passages from the bible carefully scrawled into the glass, along with a representation of Christ's birthday; green pastures filled with shepherds and their flocks. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27912 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27916 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27920 S #27916 The Central Nave~ Here, the glory of the surrounding cathedral seems to give way to a sombre grey cold, the veins of gold in the ceiling yielding to the bareness of stone, grave concrete walls bleak and unyielding. Even the warm wooden hues of the many benches have been dulled with time and dust. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27908 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27917 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27919 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27915 S #27917 The Eastern Aisle~ This long aisle runs along the eastern end of the cathedral, continuous rows of seating lining its length. In the eastern wall, a glass window stands aglow with candlefire and natural light from outside, its luminous surface portraying the last supper of Christ and his apostles. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27909 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27918 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27916 S #27918 Eastern Aisle~ Lined with several glass artworks, this corridor is pierced through with many coloured rays of light, apparently turning off to the north and south. Here, the largest of all the visible windows portrays a mosaical crucifixion of Christ, a small inscription reminding visitors to give tithe. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27917 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27923 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27919 S #27919 The Central Nave~ This breathtakingly large corridor has been laid with a long blood-red carpet, seemingly dividing the medium class from the upper class society of France, the benches beyond the carpet more polished and padded. The roof looms far overhead, peaking in the middle so that it seems it must surely pierce the clouds. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27916 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27918 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27922 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27920 S #27920 The Western Aisle~ Lengthy and sombre with the hushed murmurings of visitors, this corridor is lined with the standard wooden benches that are prevalent in such cathedrals. A beautifully sculpted glass window shows the scene of Christ's debate with the powerful Scribes and Pharisees of the Sanhedrin. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27915 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27919 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27921 S #27921 The Western Aisle~ Coloured shafts of light dance along this long crimson-carpeted floor, streaming from a large stained-glass representation of Christ's submersion by John the Baptist in the Jordan River. Carved benches are lined orderly here, polished and cushioned for the French people of privileged social class. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27920 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27922 S #27922 The Nave~ This appears to be the principal nave of the cathedral, a massive domed roof rising above the glorious stone altar that rises from the floor here. The most intricate ornamentations and gildings line the walls here, cushioned benches and lush carpetting catering to the upper class visitors of France. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27919 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27923 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27924 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27921 S #27923 Eastern Aisle~ This seems to be the end of the eastern aisle, a luminous glass window flickering with candleglow, golden hues revealing the resurrection of Christ surrounded by depictions of heavenly creatures; holy angels and archangels in a state of joyous celebration and worship. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27918 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27922 S #27924 The Cathedral Altar~ Here lies the altar of Notre Dame, a massive cold table of green stone lined with glimmering blue marble. This is the place where the Cardinal of Paris gives mass, life-like statues of Mary and Joseph standing either side of the altar, and above it a carving of Christ crucified upon the cross. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27922 S #27925 The Second Floor of Notre Dame~ Natural light streams in from the outdoors, cool breezes wafting fragrances of flowers and cooking food from the populated area below. All around stretches the beautiful city of Paris, glorious houses breaking the horizon with their peaked roofs. A wooden trapdoor lies above, apparently the way to the steeple. ~ 279 0 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27927 D4 ~ trapdoor~ 1 27900 27926 D5 ~ ~ 0 27900 27914 S #27926 The Cathedral Steeple~ The massive walls of this steeple loom proudly all around, rows of metal bars holding the many bronze bells that chime out the church calls. Only the rustling of resident birds and bats stirs the present silence, cold, crisp air blowing from the east and a glorious view of beautiful Paris lying breathtakingly below. ~ 279 dg 0 D5 ~ trapdoor~ 1 27900 27925 S #27927 A Corridor~ This corridor lies completely open to outdoor temperatures and weather, no walls present at all. Only rows upon rows of doric columns supporting the weight of the ceiling, standing like watchful troops of stone sentinels. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27928 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27931 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27925 S #27928 The Central Corridor of the Second Floor~ This large corridor runs through the center of Notre Dame, the open air of the outside rustles uneasily through this structure, stirring the resident animal life. Many stone columns loom from the shadows, casting bars of darkness over the gloomy concrete floor, a small unobtrusive room can be seen lying off to the east. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27929 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27930 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27927 S #27929 The Room of Quasimodo~ This small room is furnished only with a simple straw bed, scattered wooden figurines lie across the floor; the forms of different people. A little sculpture of the Cardinal is visible here, along with the carefully crafted figure of a dancing gypsy woman. Cold, crisp air hushes lazily around the place, wafting from a large arched window to the east. ~ 279 d 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27928 S #27930 The Central Corridor of the Second Floor~ The cold is harsh and biting here, wind moaning as it whips through the stone pillars of the open corridor. The grey stone seems to absorb any traces of heat, actively chilling the place and making it seem even more eerie and deserted than it already is. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27928 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27933 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27931 S #27931 A Corridor in the Second Floor~ All around are the harsh unyielding columns of concrete that support the weight of this place, rough cement flooring adding to the cold, almost tomb- like feeling here. Enhancing this feeling is the sound of the wind; howling wearily as it rushes here and there amongst the columns like a restless ghost. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27927 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27930 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27932 S #27932 The End of a Corridor~ The corridor comes to an end here, many carriages passing through the street to the north, so many so that it appears to be a station of some sort; the sounds of people walking and chattering echoing down the walls. Another corridor stretches to the east, and a dark room opens to the west. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27931 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27933 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27936 S #27933 The End of the Central Corridor~ Here the corridor comes to an abrupt end, a vast mountain landscape stretching far to the north, snowy peaks glistening along the horizon. It looks as though a ladder once led the way down here, but it has been removed, leaving only a sheer drop... one that surely would prove fatal. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27930 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27934 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27932 D5 ~ ~ 0 27900 27935 S #27934 The Eastern Room of the Second Floor~ This large room has only a concrete floor and ceiling, doric columns standing between where ordinarily there would be walls. A vast city spreads below, though it does not appear to be Paris, the dress of the bustling people being completely different than what one would expect to find. Open breezes send a chill through this place, stone demons and snarling gargoyles leering from the darker corners. ~ 279 dg 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27933 S #27935 A Trap in Notre Dame~ You should watch where you are going. ~ 279 c 0 S #27936 The Western Room of the Second Floor~ This large room opens freely to the outside, no doors or walls shielding it from the outdoors. A large menacing statue of a winged demon hangs from the wall with fearsome stone claws. A view of the city lies below, partially obscured by the green canopy of a large southern forest. ~ 279 dg 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27932 S #27937 A Bridge In France~ This graceful stone bridge is supported with slender curved arches, crystal waters rippling leisurely below. The river of Cena stretches lazily either side of the bridge, the water so calm and clean that it mirrors the surroundings perfectly. A large crossroads sign stands prominently here. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27900 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27938 E read sign~ To the North lies the city of Paris and to the South; the city of Lyon. ~ S #27938 The Entrance to Lyon~ The path opens here into the little town of Lyon, famed to be one of the most beautiful of all France, albeit one of the smallest. The sounds of trickling water and talking people fill the atmosphere, along with delicate birdsong. A large board welcomes visitors to this place, proclaiming the town as the best maker of wines in all France. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27937 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27939 S #27939 The Principal Street of Lyon~ This is the entrance to the city of Lyon, small quaint houses standing in rows either side of the street, and a little green park lying to the west. People continue quietly about their normal daily living, working at their trade or simply bustling about on some errand. The heart of the city seems to stretch to the south, and the city of Paris lies to the north. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27938 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27940 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27942 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27941 S #27940 A Lyon House~ This little house is simply designed and furnished, the basic wooden structure ornamented and hung with various pictures. The ceiling is thatched carefully with golden straw, a wooden bed lies tucked against the western wall, and a writing desk to the east. ~ 279 d 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27939 S #27941 The Lyon Park~ This green park is small but pretty, swings and playground structures set up for the local children, benches for the parents and lazily strolling dogwalkers. Fragile flowers sway in the breezes, filling the atmosphere with a heady perfumed aroma and tall, leafy trees stand around, somewhat shielding this little grassy area from the paving and concrete of the city around. ~ 279 0 3 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27939 S #27942 Downtown~ This is the downtown area of the city, colourful banners and posters advertising the various shops here. The lazy babbling of a fountain can be heard, along with the mellow sounds of chattering people. To the east a small magic shop displays its wares in the window, and to the west is a small miscellaneous shop. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27939 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27943 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27944 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27998 S #27943 The Magic Shop of France~ This cozy tent is made of draping blue and purple cloth, various stands and shelving displaying powders and coloured glass bottles of potion. A heady scent fills the air, as if concoctions have only recently been brewed, and the subtle sound of something bubbling away can be heard. ~ 279 deh 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27942 S #27944 The End of the Principal Street~ The street comes to an end here, houses of Lyon standing off to the east and the west. The clattering sound of carriages can be heard from the station that lies to the south, advertising trips to any city of France. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27942 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27945 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27947 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27946 S #27945 A Lyon Cabin~ This little cabin is warm and homey, the scent of wood and flowers filling the air. Various paintings are hung around the walls, the scrawled signature 'Van Gogh' unobtrusively displayed in each corner. A wooden desk stands in the corner, covered with scattered papers and blots of ink, and a cool breeze flows through a broken glass window to the east. ~ 279 d 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27944 S #27946 A House of Lyon~ This modest house is typical of Lyon accomodation, the structure and walls made of warmly-hued wood, thatched straw making up the ceiling. Pretty paintings and sketches decorate the walls, a wooden table surrounded by artistically carved chairs. The smell of recently baked bread fills the air, along with crisp floral scents from the outdoors. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27944 S #27947 Carriage Station~ This paved square seems to be where travelling passengers wait for transport, white metal benches placed here and there for the waiting French people. The clattering of the carriages can be heard echoing down the stone- paved streets, a small sign displaying local travel fares. A small dark tunnel lies ominously to the east. ~ 279 0 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27944 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27948 E read sign~ PRICES FOR SERVICES To the downtown of Lyon: 50 gold coins. To the downtown of Paris: 85 gold coins ~ S #27948 A Dark Tunnel~ This long tunnel is dark and smells horrendous enough to make anyone lose their breakfast. Damp and cold, the menacing shadows look like the perfect place for ambushers. Little rodents run here and there, beady eyes glistening in the dark, the ground wet and mushy with goodness knows what. ~ 279 adfi 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27949 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27947 S #27949 A Dead End~ The tunnel comes to a black and filthy end, subtle murmurings from the shadows giving the impression that thieves and criminals are plotting an imminent attack. The smell too, is overpowering, stagnating in this airless part of the tunnel and decaying into an even fouler stench. ~ 279 adfgi 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27948 S #27950 The Entrance to Champs Elysees~ Ahead lies the entrance to Champs Elysees, a large lush forest of the city of Paris. The tranquil singing of birds permeates the air, and the peaceful hush of the air passing through the leafy branches. The trees are so tall that their tops can hardly be seen, gigantic trunks planted in the ground like the columns of a grand hall. To the north lies a golden gate, a prominent notice fixed to the bars. ~ 279 c 3 D0 ~ gate~ 1 27900 27951 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27900 E read notice~ Danger! Explore this forest at your own risk, we are not responsible for visitors who become lost whilst wandering about. If you dare to enter, we recommend a visit to the historical center of Paris, simply head N E N W S W N W. ~ S #27951 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27958 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27952 D2 ~ gate~ 1 27900 27950 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27954 S #27952 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27956 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27953 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27952 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27951 S #27953 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27955 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27953 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27953 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27952 S #27954 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27959 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27951 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27954 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27954 S #27955 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27955 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27955 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27953 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27956 S #27956 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27957 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27955 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27952 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27958 S #27957 An Encampment of Gypsies~ This small field is home to the covered wooden carriage of a gypsy encampment, the subdued talking and chattering of people can be heard within, high children's voices giggling and playing. Flickering fire lights the area, casting the surrounding dark trees of Champs Elysees in a welcoming, almost protective glow. ~ 279 0 2 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27956 D5 ~ trapdoor~ 2 27955 27996 S #27958 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27958 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27956 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27951 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27959 S #27959 Champs Elysees~ Faint glimmers of light are all that penetrate the thick, green canopy that covers this place. The chittering of squirrels and birds can be heard in the rustling overhead leaves, cold droplets of moisture glistening on every surface like dew. All around, everything appears the same, tall dark trunks and leafy plant life fading into darker shadows. ~ 279 a 3 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27959 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27958 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27954 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27960 S #27960 The Historical Center of France~ A vast monument rises from the ground here, a depiction of Louie XIV grounded centrally before the plaza of the concorde that lies to the north. This is the entrance to the historical center of the city of Paris, where the revolution of France started in the XVIII century. ~ 279 c 2 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27961 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27959 S #27961 The Entrance to the Plaza Louis XIV~ A little walkway winds through this mostly paved square, beautiful coloured flowers carefully pruned and sculpted. Slender trees whisper quietly amongst themselves, cool leafy branches fanning the air as they sway. Two wooden benches stand either side of the square, painted a pale white, a little note pinned to each. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27965 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27962 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27960 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27963 E read note~ The Plaza Louis XIV will soon be renamed to the Plaza of the Revolution. -Robespierre ~ S #27962 Plaza Louis XIV~ This is the eastern part of the plaza, shrubs and brushes fencing most of it off from the surrounding houses. Nearby revolutionaries can be seen running through the town, ducking inside open doorways or hiding within the alleyways. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27966 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27961 S #27963 Plaza Louis XIV~ This area lies to the western side of the Plaza of Louis XIV, it is quiet here although there is an uneasy, almost angry stirring in the air, as if the people's anger toward the monarchy was expressing itself in the atmosphere. Fluttering of wings breaks the silence every now and again, pigeons landing to gobble dropped seeds before hurrying away. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27964 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27961 S #27964 Concorde Plaza~ Tall candlelit lamps illuminate the granite paving here, scattered seeds and crumbs obviously left for the abundant bird population. Patches of neatly gardened grass lie here and there, sprinkled with droplets of moisture and vibrantly green. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27969 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27965 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27963 S #27965 The Center of the Plaza~ This main center of the plaza is sombre and dark, as though even the light from nearby candles avoids it. A huge statue of the king stands proudly here, its once smooth surface worn with the scratchings of birds, one or two nests visible in the higher nooks and crannies. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27968 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27966 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27961 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27964 S #27966 Concorde Plaza~ Metal benches stand either side of this large plaza, cold and shiny with a layer of perpetual moisture from the air. The grey granite paving adds to the feeling of discontent and misery that hangs in the air, flickering light from the candle lamps casting everything in dancing shadows. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27967 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27962 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27965 S #27967 Revolution Plaza~ This is the eastern part of the plaza, leading onto a large hotel. A prominent sign displays the notice 'Closed for remodelling, sorry for the inconvienience.' Tufts of grass sprout stubbornly here and there amongst the stone ground, creepings of moss beginning to grow like dark green veins along the paving. To the west stands a large building, apparently a large headquarters or school. ~ 279 0 1 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27988 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27966 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27968 S #27968 The Entrance to Musketeer H.Q.~ This area seems fairly deserted, the surrounding atmosphere very quiet and still. There appears to be no security at all, much of the place open to public exploration, a little unguarded door lies to the north. ~ 279 0 1 D0 ~ door~ 2 27968 27970 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27967 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27965 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27969 S #27969 Revolution Plaza~ This seems to be the western end of the plaza, an old building with large windows looming from the horizon to the east. Blossoming flowers and shrubbery border the paving here, natural hues of grassy green and the colourful splashes of red and purple blooms brightening the place. ~ 279 0 1 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27968 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27964 S #27970 The Entrance of Musketeer H.Q.~ Large, and mostly unimpressive, the only thing noteworthy about this atrium is the glossy white marble floor. The rest of the building is made of cold, sturdy stone; both the floor and ceiling painted blue. A smell of cooking food wafts in the air, perhaps originating from the cafeteria that lies to the east. ~ 279 cd 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27972 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27971 D2 <NOTHING> ~ door~ 2 27968 27968 S #27971 The French Cafeteria~ Little round tables stand scattered throughout this cafeteria, carved white chairs standing around each. It appears this place caters to many patrons, being of ideal location for the soldiers of the king to pause and relax in before going to work. ~ 279 deh 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27970 S #27972 A Hall in the H.Q.~ This large hall continues to the north, a roped chain blocking any passage forward however. A green marble sculpture here functions as a waterfall, lazy trickling water filling the place with tranquil echoes. A long corridor passes from the east to the west, the open entrance lying to the south. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27973 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27970 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27986 S #27973 The Eastern Passage~ This lengthy eastern passage is liberally decorated with French artwork, beautiful and talented paintings adorning the walls. A large patio lies to the east but it has been closed off for some reason, prohibiting any access. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27974 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27972 S #27974 The Eastern Passage~ Dim and silent, this place appears to have hardly any windows at all, the long corridor almost completely shut off from the outside world. Despite this shelter, it is breathtakingly cold, the air crisp and biting as though the stone walls were breathing chill into the place. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27975 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27973 S #27975 The Eastern Intersection~ Three long passageways meet here at this intersection, each way looking as dark and cold as the other. Drab and dreary, only the occasional floral painting adding a touch of colur and warmth to the grey surroundings. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27976 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27974 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27979 S #27976 The Eastern Corridor~ Formidable stone walls loom massively either side of this corridor, giving the impression that at one time this place could have been a fortress of the dark ages. Chilly air wafts continuously, though no windows are to be seen, as though invisible ghosts walked silently about stirring it. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27977 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27975 S #27977 The Eastern End Of The Corridor~ The corridor comes to a halt here, grey stone walls and ceiling yielding to the brighter hues of a large northern room. A massive arched window lies to the east, offering a spectacular view of the spread city below, curls of smoke rising into the air from distant flickering fires. ~ 279 cd 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27978 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27976 S #27978 The Musketeer's Room~ This large room is brightly lit, a place of rest for the Musketeers after a long day's work. Several chairs and beds stand throughout the room and against the walls, and a big wooden table holds a scattered deck of playing cards. Lush red carpeting pads the floor, and many colourful Van Gogh paintings decorate the walls. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ wall~ 2 27992 27999 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27977 S #27979 A Hall in the H.Q.~ Long and dreary, this hall ends in a cold metal door; presumably the way to the dungeon where the thieves and revolutionaries rot in their cells. Dusty cobwebs flutter silently in the cool drafts here, the sound of hollow dripping echoing from far away. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ door~ 1 27900 27980 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27975 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27981 S #27980 A Way to the Dungeon~ This small room is damp and freezing, tufts of dust scurrying here and there over the grey concrete floor. A ladder descends down into the darkness, leading to the many cells, in these times probably more filled with revolutionaries than criminals. ~ 279 cd 0 D2 ~ door~ 1 27900 27979 D5 ~ ~ 0 27900 27989 S #27981 The Western Intersection~ Bone-penetratingly cold, small green patches of mould and slime grown on the damper areas of the concrete walls. The mouths of three passages open here, an eastern, western, and southern way all joining at this point. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27979 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27985 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27982 S #27982 The Western Corridor~ The dreary grey walls seem to stretch endlessly in either direction, damp and oozing with various fungal slimes, the clicking of insect legs can be heard wandering along the dark corners of the floor. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27981 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27983 S #27983 The Western End of the Corridor~ The corridor comes to an abrupt end, a single arched window letting in streams of natural light and a refreshing breath of outside air. To the north, a long tower extends up into the ceiling, most likely leading into the tower. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27984 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27982 S #27984 A Way to the Tower~ An old ladder leads through the ceiling here. Made of stone, it is obviously strong and dependable but almost dangerously narrow. The dark interior of the tower lies above, the place where the Musketeers look out and watch over the city. ~ 279 d 0 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27983 D4 ~ ~ 0 27900 27995 S #27985 The Western Passage~ The sound of trickling water echoes down this corridor, an open room visible to the west but blocked off with a roped chain. A feeling of dampness pervades the air, moisture condensing on the chilly grey walls and running in rivulets onto the floor. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27981 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27986 S #27986 The Western Passage~ Concrete walls stretch either side of this passage, emanating an almost tomb-like cold. A big wooden door stands to the west, loud noises of movement coming from within along with the occasional whinneying of horses, a strong smell of straw and manure wafting in the air. ~ 279 d 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27985 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27972 D3 ~ door~ 1 27900 27987 S #27987 A French Stable~ This must be the stable for the horses of the Musketeers, piles of velvety grass lying about for the horses to chew. An overpowering scent fills the air, of horses and sweat and rotting manure. Growing patches of black mould linger in the corners, adding to the lingering smell. ~ 279 d 0 D1 ~ door~ 1 27900 27986 S #27988 A French Hotel~ This large French hotel looks as though it was once beautiful, a pair of beautiful candelabrums hanging from the ceiling, formed from pure gold. However the structure is in a sorry state of disrepair, pieces of rubble scattered on the floor where the walls and ceiling are beginning to crumble, a layer of dirt covering everything. ~ 279 d 0 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27967 S #27989 A Corridor to the Cells~ This dark corridor is wet and melancholy, black puddles collecting in the dips of the stone floor. This seems to lead deeper into the holding cell area, probably where the most dangerous of the revolutionaries are jailed. ~ 279 adfh 0 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27990 D4 ~ ~ 0 27900 27980 S #27990 A Corridor in the Dungeon~ Frosty cold, it seems as though no one could survive in these corridors for long. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for the rodent population, various rat droppings lying about, and unmistakeable tufts of grey fur lying amidst what looks to be dried blood. ~ 279 adfh 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27989 D2 ~ ~ 0 27900 27991 S #27991 At the End of the Dungeon Corridor~ Grey walls stand impassably here, marking the end of the corridor. Unnatural cold fills the place, the stone seeming to the strange ability to absorb both sound and magical arts alike, more than likely to hinder the escape of prisoners and those who would aid them. ~ 279 adfh 0 D0 ~ ~ 0 27900 27990 D1 ~ door~ 1 27900 27992 D2 ~ door~ 2 27990 27994 D3 ~ door~ 2 27990 27993 S #27992 A Cell in the Dungeon~ This forlorn little cell drips miserably with muddy water, fungi sprouting in the damp rat-fertilized corners. Cold stone and iron bars are all there are to be seen, dank air growing stagnant here, aging with the unfortunate prisoners that occupy these places. ~ 279 adfh 0 D3 ~ door~ 1 27900 27991 S #27993 A Tomb-Like Cell~ This cell is apparently maximum security, the door instantly closing upon entry with a loud clang. Nothing is left to observe but the sound of echoing dripping water and the scurrying of rat claws upon jagged concrete. ~ 279 adfh 0 S #27994 A Cell in the Dungeon~ Iron bars stand like long black shadows at the end of this cell, probably the last thing many of the occupants here ever saw. Dripping water collects in filthy little puddles, the husky shells of long dead insects decaying in the corners like everything else that rots here. ~ 279 adh 0 D0 ~ door~ 1 27900 27991 S #27995 A Tower in the H.Q.~ High above the stretching landscape below, this small tower allows a beautiful view of the city to the east and the plaza to the south. Cool breezes rush in from every direction, stirring the stagnant air from below and rocking the little oil lamp that hangs here, providing the only light for the night guards. ~ 279 d 0 D5 ~ ~ 0 27900 27984 S #27996 A Strange Passage~ An eerie feeling fills this small corridor, a bright light illuminating the place although there are no candles or torches to be seen. To the north and south, swirling magical portals can be seen, probably leading to some strange place, though where cannot be guessed. ~ 279 dfg 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27997 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27996 S #27997 A Strange Passage~ An eerie feeling fills this small corridor, a bright light illuminating the place although there are no candles or torches to be seen. To the north and south, swirling magical portals can be seen, probably leading to some strange place, though where cannot be guessed. ~ 279 dfg 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27997 D3 ~ ~ 0 27900 27996 S #27998 A Small Miscellaneous Shop~ Dark wooden walls support the thickly thatched roof of this little shop, various pieces of equipment and weapons hanging upon the walls. A long glass counter stands at the northern end, displaying various articles of clothing and jewellry. ~ 279 deh 0 D1 ~ ~ 0 27900 27942 S #27999 Royal Hall~ Massive and beautifully adorned this royal hall is where the king of France can usually be found. Gold ornaments and many bejewelled sculptures decorate the place, fine marble flooring polished and gleaming. Bright streams of light illuminate the place, cast from elegant candelabrums of gold suspended from the ceiling. ~ 279 dg 0 D3 ~ wall~ 2 27992 27978 S $~