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 | Desolate Expanse |
Warslaw is a blighted tract of land within the infernal wastes of Avernus, the first layer of the Nine Hells. Once a battlefield for forgotten infernal skirmishes, it now festers with demonic corruption, a scar carved into the plane by the chaotic intrusion of the Abyss. The ground is soft with congealed ichor and burned bone, pulsing faintly beneath the feet like diseased flesh. Twisted growths sprout from the rot—towering fungi with fanged maws, spined brambles that exude hallucinogenic spores, and trees whose bark weeps blood. Malevolent creatures—chaos-birthed hybrids of demon and devil—skulk through the sludge, drawn to sound, heat, and fear. The sky overhead crackles with green lightning and oily smoke, never still, always churning. No road crosses Warslaw, no fortress stands guard. Even the infernal legions skirt its periphery, wary of its unpredictable horrors. It is a place of silent screams and shifting ground, where even the damned fear to linger.
A cracked plain oozes black ichor beneath a sky of churning smoke and sickly green lightning. Fungal towers leer above razorgrass fields, and twisted creatures slither and stalk through crimson mists. Bones jut from the mire like forgotten spears, while warped trees twitch as if dreaming. The land itself feels alive—wrong, watching, and hungry.