A Map - but not the one you want

I jest, a reader asked for some maps related to my ongoing HMS APOLLYON
project - but I don't feel like publishing those, so here's a map of a twelve sided
folded unnatural space.

I am keying it up as a combination of the ruins of the folded city of an ancient
Carcosa imposed upon by the last bastion and hidden bunkers of the Iron King,
Hawberk I, who was deposed by its current Ragged King.

It's a bad place where refugees from Carcosa find themselves scavenging.

The project contains rooms like this:

Abb6. War Room - Dark - Folded City Encounters - Monster

A swarm of gangling skeletons scurry about the plastered bunker shuffling  

piled papers atop sagging desks.  A sandtable stands at the center of the room
surrounded by more skeletons in a finer cut of ragged blue uniform.

• gangling skeletons - fourteen skeletons wearing the rags of blue uniforms
  with yellow piping dash about carrying papers, furiously scribbling with long
  dry pens and clattering their jawbones in a parody of speech.  The Skeleton
  Bureaucrats are trapped in the dream of their final days of frenzied efforts to
  stem the tide of angry revolutionary violence.  They fully expect the doors of
  the bunker to fly open at any moment, guards overrun by a howling mob and
  will likely view (-4 penalty to reaction roll) any intruders as the harbingers of
  the revolution and fight a last desperate defense.
  
  Dreaming Skeleton x14- HD 1 (HP 3 each), AC 13, Atk x1 +2 (claws)
  MV 4 (avg), SV F1, INT -1, ML 10
  
  The ruined remnants of the Iron King's staff these undead are unarmed but
  perfectly capable of inflicting injury with their ragged claws.
  

• piled papers - rickety wooden desks, secretarial cubbies and the floor are
  covered with mounds and drifts of paper.  The brittle sheets themselves,
  where they have not been written over a hundred times, show maps of an
  unfamiliar Carcosa, strong points, barricades, overrun by the lashing arrows of
  advances and retreats.  Orders, crossed out, rewritten and endlessly modified
  indicate that the Iron King’s military has fallen back and been overwhelmed
  by the forces of revolution - the followers of the Ragged King.
  

• sandtable - five Skeleton Bureaucrats in rotten macaroni cluster about a
  meticulously created sandtable showing the map of lands that no longer exist.
  Only Loch Hali is vaguely identifiable.  The dead push and prod painted wooden
  markers about, and wave bony sagacious fingers at each
  other.
  
  Dreaming Skeleton x5 - HD 1 (HP 3 each), AC 13, Atk x1 +2 (bludgeon)
  MV 4 (avg), SV F1, INT -1, ML 10
  
  These Dreaming dead are so lost in their phantasm of control and mastery of
  war that they will ignore any intruders who don’t actively touch them or disrupt
  their sand table.  If disturbed or interrupted they will attack with moldering
  riding quirts and brass knobbed swagger sticks.