The Lower Planes

Once a fortified bastion for adventurers, this outpost has now been overrun and transformed into a rally point for demons. The air crackles with a dark energy, while the ground is scorched and littered with relics of failed defenses. The twisted architecture, a mix of sharp angles and warped stone, oozes malevolence as blood-red banners flap in the fetid breeze, each emblazoned with the sigils of demon lords. As night falls, the outpost becomes a fearsome beacon for fiends who gather here to plan their pillaging and conquest of the twisted material plane.

Ruined fortress surrounded by jagged cliffs and swirling mists, with dark red banners adorned with demonic symbols hanging from crumbling walls, illuminated by an eerie green light emanating from a central fire pit.