>>5986748>The White Palace, where the Pestilence beganThe machine is immediately aware of your desires, and, without a second of warming-up, you both dart out of the barn. You proceed eastwards at a speed you didn't think possible, yet, the only noise you hear—save for the blowing of the wind—is a light creaking from the innards of the Centipede.
Once you're out of the forest that surrounds your village and into the open fields, your ride starts going faster and faster still. Soon, the landscape becomes all a blur: the trees, the grass, the sun, they all melt in one nonsensical mural around the tunnel in reality dug by the Centipede. You feel inexplicably sleepy, and doze off.
You awake covered in a thin layer of snow. All around you, a frigid tundra is the backdrop to the gargantuan White Palace, its top standing many, many gnome-heights above you. The beast which you sit upon lays still and silent: it probably wasn't built for such a weather, and it now leaks corrosive oil from its joints. The oil burns your legs slightly.
You dismount and head towards the great main door, in black-painted heavy wood. As you step closer, the stench of corpses left unattended hits your nostrils.
>Knock twice, wait, then twice again: the code of the old Royals>Attempt to climb through a small open window to the left of the door>Use your quasi-magic to turn the door into chocolate, and eat your way through 