Gultzohhal

Buried deep in the Tiger Jaw is a temple swallowed by the jungle around it that sits on the edge of a massive sheer cliff that descends into fog and clouds. You'd have to cut your way into the temple if you found it, tendrils of vegetation constantly growing over it's skylights and portals.

Once inside, we found a singular round chamber with two others sprouting off from either side. The ceilings were vaulted, and the air was cool despite the jungle heat outside. On the wall opposite of our entrance, a massive plaque hung. Our translator, a goddess of language, spent the next hour translating it to something we can understand.
Too busy eating a noon meal my man-servant had constructed, I asked her to dictate her translation. Compared to how long it took to make, she only spoke for half a minute. When she finished, I didn't have time to even comment on the...shall we say 'dramatic' language used before the chamber we were in started to vibrate. It wasn't like an earthquake, but like the room itself was excited to be in use again.
The floor started to sink, and it finally clicked that the room we were in was like the massive freight elevator at a busy dock. The few men that had remained outside, not wanting to remain in the jungle a moment longer, leapt on after us. 
Our ride descended for what felt like an hour, though my timepiece had gotten lost in a river a week before. It got darker and darker before we has to light our lamps if we didn't want to wallow in the dark. Finally, our feet were graced with a warm light that spread up our legs until it reached our eyes and we could see the land beneath the fog spread out below us.

Type

Large city