Rainoga

The Petrified Garden of Lolth’s Abandoned Webs festers within a broken hollow of Malbolge, where infernal corruption has warped even the Spider Queen’s touch. Once a place of divine artistry, the webbed constructs—intricately spun by Lolth’s own will—are now fossilized strands of agony, stretched across a blasted expanse of blackened stone. Each strand shimmers with a venomous violet glow and pulses faintly, containing within its crystalline embrace the twisted souls of drow and driders deemed unworthy of her favor. These petrified souls whisper endlessly, their faint, tortured voices carried on the lifeless wind, a choir of despair echoing through the silence. The air is heavy, almost drinkable in its decay, tasting of mold, iron, and sorrow. Calcified husks dot the ashen soil, relics of Lolth’s failed experiments or abandoned acolytes. One cannot help but feel watched by something vast and unseen, as if the goddess herself remembers this place… and resents the memory.

Miles of glimmering, petrified webs stretch across a colorless wasteland, each strand glowing faintly with cursed amethyst light. The air shimmers with heatless haze, thick with the scent of rot and grief. Frozen figures lie tangled within, faces twisted in silent screams. Overhead, the sky swirls with ash-grey clouds, and the landscape seems to twitch, as though something beneath it still stirs.