I really loved Adventure but I wanted to go through space so once once I'm done adding fantasy stuff I will make a giant update that would just be map that space stuff new races for outer space spells I do have to do that somewhere in like a month or two but I might have to take a small Hiatus for a little bit
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| Created | 21 days ago |
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| Type | Hell Layer |
Maladomini, the Seventh Layer of Baator, is a plane of exhausted grandeur and desolate ambition—a ruined bureaucracy poisoned by Baalzebul’s obsession with unattainable perfection. Its cities, once raised in mathematical symmetry, were abandoned as flaws emerged, now lying in cracked ruins choked by poisonous ash, magma-choked rivers, and collapsing mines dug in search of infernal materials. The land is diseased, mirroring the moral rot of its lord, twisting both devil and domain alike. Winding tunnels beneath failed metropolises house all ranks of devils—from scheming bureaucrats to mindless swarm devils—and echo with whispers from infernal archives, where the soul-ledgers of Hell’s endless contracts are still dutifully maintained. Amid the decay, the Carnival Eternal offers twisted indulgences to those seeking escape, while Malagard, the once-proud capital, crumbles beneath the weight of futility. Here, even failures breed function, and damnation is processed with methodical despair.
Ash-choked skies loom over toppled spires and half-sunken palaces, their symmetry shattered and buried in slag and soot. Rivers of lava snake through shattered roadways, while twisted iron towers lean like dying trees. Swarms of devils scuttle through blackened tunnels, and tattered banners hang from crumbling arches. The air reeks of sulfur, ink, and disillusionment—a monument to beauty lost to obsessive ruin.