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 |
| Last Updated | 8 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
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| Type | City |
Elturel, once a radiant bastion of faith on the River Chionthar, now bears the indelible mark of its descent into Avernus. Though restored to the Mortal Plane, the city’s skyline is marred by collapsed spires and scorched stone, grim reminders of its infernal ordeal. The once-perpetual light of the Companion—now called the Amaunator’s Gift—flickers above, no longer divine but stubbornly present, a relic of celestial betrayal and mortal perseverance. The Hellriders, thinned in number but not in spirit, serve as guardians and living symbols of penance. The High District, home to once-proud nobility and temples to Torm and Lathander, lies partially in ruin, while the Dock District remains eerily subdued. The people of Elturel, scarred yet unbroken, strive to rebuild amid the rubble, their faith tested but not shattered. A tension lingers—between memory and redemption, between ash and sunrise—as the city clings to hope in the shadow of damnation.
Elturel rises in silhouette against a sullen sky, its battered walls and cracked domes bathed in the flickering, unnatural glow of the Amaunator’s Gift. Streets are stained with soot, and charred banners hang limply from broken battlements. Soldiers in scorched armor patrol beside clerics tending makeshift altars. Smoke curls from collapsed rooftops, yet amid the gloom, candles flicker in windows—each a vow that Elturel endures.