A cul-de-sac in arcanotechnology, the Singularity Plant is a power station that is more dangerous than it is valuable.
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
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.