The Drunken Jazzowary

"'LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!'""-Marcusius Marenius, hiver, lobotimized and turned into a servitor after being recovered from the Drunken Jazzowary"

Every culture has a word for debauchery, every culture has a word for madness, and every culture has a word for being lost. But theres one where the word for all these three is the same: the denizens of the Jazzowary.

This massive cluster of space and time, surrounded by 8 containment circles which spell the Eldar rune for Wilderness, was built not too long ago, but for those inside its as if an eternity has passed, for the laws of time have as much bearing on its nigh infinite floors as sobriety on its guests.

Design
Built after the designs of ancient Aeldari pleasure centers, the club is a mutli-layered realm of Adventure.