The Nightingale nest was a massive, gothic building of black stone that resonated with an intimidating beauty.Its black spires, domes, arches and towers are adorned with motifs and statues of nightingales, the birds' stony eyes always turned in an unending vigil representative of that of the Nightingale assassins.Standing before a pair of imposing iron doors, you hear a loud groan as the doors swing open of their own accord, and you tread forth into the dimly lit halls beyond.

Your footsteps clacked off the dark tiles that paved the floors of the long corridor, its vaulted stone ceiling suspended by kneeling statuettes of nightingales and its walls decorated with mosaic murals depicting scenes of the Nightingale assassins fighting off the nightmarish creatures of the void they had sworn to combat and destroy.The entire place was both chilling and beautiful at the same time, as many gothic buildings so were.Eventually, you come upon the next pair of large ebony doors, gently opening them and stepping into the main central room.

This room was more well-lit than the halls from which you had come from, furnished with ebony planks for floors and mural-covered stone for walls.Chandeliers hung with onyx and obsidian cast light over the lounging space with sofas of black velvet.It is a stark constrast to the rather grim style of architecture of this building, but it is not a bad one.You even glimpse one of the Nightingale assassins themselves lounging on one of the recliners, the woman tilting her head to fix you with a scrutinising glare. "Greetings, outsider.We don't see many of you often.What brings you to the Nightingale nest?"