== Getting to Aione Under the Vatnajokull Glacier
The lake around the monumental building, which serves as a gate tower for access to Aione, is artificial in the sense that it owes its existence to ice melted by heat from the monument and its foundation. Discovering and reaching Aione under Egypt invites epic disaster but here in Iceland finding Aione is a different matter. The Being in the monument, apart from annihilating monsters seeking the surface, has a reputation for obscure benignity among the hoary few dungeoneering yarls who have been received into the northern tower. Only the leader of a large expedition expects this privilege, an opportunity to seek specific, never general, advice.
The Being's head is a metal shell, a thin green face and what exists of a 'skull' on the right side is silver in colour. The main body of his head is empty but seen from behind organic nodules of brown-black stone form clusters around slivers of green crystals lit from within.
A dank narrow spiraling stair in the floor of the south tower descends through hundreds of feet to a small landing paved with alabaster under the lake bed. Here are several slender columns supporting a low ceiling, a plinth with a basin carved out and supporting an oddly shaped sculpture of many twists and folds. Everything in this little space is of brilliant alabaster.
At the end of the landing a wide, and quickly widening stair descends regularly in six stages of twenty steps carved in limestone and separated by narrow level areas. Stages are distinguished by ever larger steps. By the last stage the steps are chest high, ten foot wide and one hundred yards long.
Suddenly the stone environment becomes one entirely of basalt. The giant steps continue to grow larger step by step until they are man high, twenty feet wide and half a mile in length. In the face of one particular step there are a number of cat-sized holes which serve as tunnels for the quasit familiars of the wizards of Aione.
At each end of this step, more like a basalt road at this depth which we may call the Aione road, there is an entrance to a tunnel in the rock wall which leads to a cavern in Aione proper. Just inside the tunnels there are unlit lanterns of exquisite workmanship, alien as high renaissance Italian for a 10th century Icelander. Coated in dust and grime if scrubbed they will be recognised as treasure, gold and silver trim with stained glass plates slotted into the base and no discernible energy source. There are d3 lanterns remaining and dozens of long empty hooks in a dark cranny thirty feet in.
It is not to be doubted that expeditions have sometimes failed to discover the way to Aione and some have perished on the gigantic steps below the Aione road. The Being, who suffers only quasits to amble on the stairs on errands for their masters, does not meddle with horrors below the Aione road.
A sign hints the way. Carved in the old runes on the face of the wall-high step at the Aione road are the words,
ONE ENTRANCE ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND EXITSand below, a faintly glowing unfamiliar symbol.