Unsurprisingly, the district gets its name from the Temple of the same name that stands in its center. This imposing black and austere building casts its ominous shadow over all the constructions that surround it.

The Temple itself resembles a roughly hewn sketch or a ruined building from which only a single dilapidated spire protrudes from the red marble dome, planted like a dagger in the midst of rubble.

With few exceptions, the district is devoid of shops. Neither honest craftsmen nor flashy tavinns have come to settle in these dark ladders. Unless one is seeking a certain discretion, a particular “tranquility”, suitable for certain activities…

Particularly quiet during the day, the district is only crossed at night by a few priests of the Skull, processions of hooded faithful, and patrols of guards from the Indigo Penitents post, dressed in black. A piece of advice? Avoid both.

“In fact, when you see the dark red marble dome of the Temple of the Skull, you approach… but when you hear the dull pounding that emanates from its bowels, you only have one desire: to turn back!” End of quote.