When Vegma, Judge of the Dead, was called away to witness Mathom's trial, he left Slys in charge of the recently deceased. Intended as a simple placeholder, she has come to be something more.
Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell
A realm of unending darkness, pitch blackness, where even light refuses to shine.
A new take on hell that leaves you gasping on the edge of panic.
The sky is drab and gray, almost completely covered in rainclouds. What gaps there are open up to show yet more gray. Much like mortal demesnes, the weather is unpredictable, but every so often the clouds unleash their burden of water on the residents of this boring land.
Welcome to the Hell of Half-Nothings. Your stay will be boring, we guarantee it.
Those cast out of eternal life by the Great God Juffo find themselves lost forever in the Non. Here, away from both His Holy Warmth and the cold, harsh vengance of His Adversary, Zeln, there is truly nothing.
Hell. A place of suffering and torment, a often used and cliche ridden place that every GM has to relate to.
The Arrival of the Regiments has commenced
The Demon Archivist, organizer of Hell’s Caravan
Rain slowly builds, thunder and lightning continue to roll in. Road muddies, horse/wagon getting stuck in the mud. Thunder strikes coinciding with a deep hole a horse just walked in, horse panics, breaks its leg (maybe just sprain?). Horse is decompacitated and the rain just went from pouring to an all out monsoon. Shelter needs to be found, horse needs to be taken care of, covered in mud, add the posibility of items being lost to the confusion with the wind and dealing with spooked animals.