
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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Last Updated | 8 days ago |
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The Umbral Crucible is a clandestine Thayan outpost buried beneath the obsidian-crusted dunes of southern Anauroch. Officially, it does not exist. In truth, it is a necromantic forge built by Szass Tam’s loyalists to siphon shadowstuff and phaerimm essence into weapons of undeath. The Crucible is governed by Zulkir-disciples exiled from Thay proper, who see Anauroch as ripe for colonization and a proving ground for Szass Tam’s “New Order.” Here, they test soul-binding rituals on captured Bedine, bargain with renegade Shadovar for nether relics, and dig ever deeper into caverns sealed by Netherese warding magic. The Thayan Resurrection has marked the Crucible as a target—but dares not assault it directly, for rumors speak of a semi-sentient spell-storm bound to the outpost that devours intruders, body and soul.
From the outside, the Umbral Crucible appears as nothing more than a shattered basalt ridge half-swallowed by the desert. But under moonlight—or through arcane sight—its true form flickers into being: an inverted obsidian ziggurat sunk into the earth, each tier lit by eerie violet runes that pulse like a heartbeat. The sands around it shimmer with residual magic, giving off faint whispers and heatless flame. Descending into the Crucible, one moves through descending rings of cruelty and grandeur—slave-run alchemical halls, bone-lined lecture amphitheaters, and crypt-vaults where bound phaerimm remnants scream in eternal stasis. Blacksteel golems patrol halls lit by blue witchfire sconces. At its core lies the Crucible Forge itself—a floating anvil of pulsing necrotite, suspended above a pit of swirling shadowstuff, where undead artisans craft weapons fed with soul-ash and infused with the hatred of the desert itself.