Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Jun 11, 2004 20:55:11 GMT -5
Windswept Depths of Pandemonium
It is a place of howling, screaming winds.
It is an underground realm of stygian darkness.
It is where sanity is besieged by unending madness.
Pandemonium is a great mass of matter pierced by innumerable tunnels carved by the howling winds of the plane. It is windy, noisy, and dark, having no natural source of light. The wind quickly extinguishes normal fires, and lights that last longer draw attention of wights driven insane by the constant howling wind.
Every word, scream, or shout is caught by the wind and flung through all the layers of the plane. Conversation is accomplished by shouting, and even then words are spirited away by the wind beyond 10 feet.
The stale wind of Pandemonium is cold, and it steals the heat from travelers unprotected from its endless gale that buffets each inhabitant, blowing sand and dirt into eyes, snuffing torches, and carrying away loose items. In some places, the wind can howl so fiercely that it lifts creatures off their feet and carries them for miles before dashing their forms to lifeless pulp against some dark, unseen cliff face.
In a few relatively sheltered places, the wind dies down to just a breeze carrying haunting echoes from distant pans of the plane, though they are so distorted that they sound like cries of torment.
Erythnul, the Lord of Slaughter, makes his terrible domain on Pandemonium.
Pandemonium has four layers: Pandesmos, Cocytus, Phlegethon, and Agathion.
Pandemonium Traits
Objective Directional Gravity
Normal Time
Infinite Size
Divinely Morphic
No Elemental or Energy Traits
Mildly Chaos-Aligned
Normal Magic
It is a place of howling, screaming winds.
It is an underground realm of stygian darkness.
It is where sanity is besieged by unending madness.
Pandemonium is a great mass of matter pierced by innumerable tunnels carved by the howling winds of the plane. It is windy, noisy, and dark, having no natural source of light. The wind quickly extinguishes normal fires, and lights that last longer draw attention of wights driven insane by the constant howling wind.
Every word, scream, or shout is caught by the wind and flung through all the layers of the plane. Conversation is accomplished by shouting, and even then words are spirited away by the wind beyond 10 feet.
The stale wind of Pandemonium is cold, and it steals the heat from travelers unprotected from its endless gale that buffets each inhabitant, blowing sand and dirt into eyes, snuffing torches, and carrying away loose items. In some places, the wind can howl so fiercely that it lifts creatures off their feet and carries them for miles before dashing their forms to lifeless pulp against some dark, unseen cliff face.
In a few relatively sheltered places, the wind dies down to just a breeze carrying haunting echoes from distant pans of the plane, though they are so distorted that they sound like cries of torment.
Erythnul, the Lord of Slaughter, makes his terrible domain on Pandemonium.
Pandemonium has four layers: Pandesmos, Cocytus, Phlegethon, and Agathion.
Pandemonium Traits
Objective Directional Gravity
Normal Time
Infinite Size
Divinely Morphic
No Elemental or Energy Traits
Mildly Chaos-Aligned
Normal Magic
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