The cursed palace of an ancient Mkinti king, abandoned for centuries. The structure is visible from Tiknurtir on clear days—a gleaming edifice that catches sunlight in ways that hurt to look at.
The palace treasury is legendary. The old king accumulated wealth beyond counting, gems of sizes that shouldn't exist, clockwork marvels that no modern gnome can replicate. He died there, along with his entire court, in circumstances the Ohblex don't discuss. The palace has been avoided ever since.
Something lives in the palace now. Or something remains. Or something waits. The gnomes have stories, each more terrifying than the last, and none of them agree. What everyone agrees on: those who enter don't return. Those who camp too close have nightmares. Those who take souvenirs from the outer grounds regret it.