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 |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Fortress |
Ossiea rises like a blasphemous shrine from the blasted wastes of Malbolge, a fortress-palace sculpted from the immense skull of the fallen Hag Countess, Malagard. Her cranium, fused to the corrupted rock by infernal fire, serves as throne and throne room alike—its hollowed chambers now vaulted halls lined with the bones of countless damned souls. Each rib, femur, and spine embedded in the structure thrums with lingering torment, etched with infernal sigils of dominion and agony. The surrounding grounds are choked with toxic flora—razorleaf brambles and bleeding orchids—whose cloying, venomous perfume saturates the air. Inside, Ossiea pulses with an eerie harmony: whispers, moans, and distorted lullabies drift along its corridors, a cruel symphony composed by unseen fiends. Despite its horror, a terrible elegance pervades the place; Ossiea is a palace of deathly beauty, a place of dread reverence among devils and those who would traffic with the bones of fallen power.
A colossal skull, yellowed and cracked, crowns the blackened plateau—its eye sockets yawning like gates to oblivion. Bone towers spiral from shattered jawbones, wrapped in thorned vines and weeping rot. The surrounding landscape is slick with poison bloom, glowing faintly under a blood-colored sky. Pale music drifts on fetid winds, and Ossiea gleams faintly—macabre, majestic, and utterly wrong.