No Dark Place
In the deepest reaches of the Elemental Chaos, the roiling tempest of elemental forces begins to change. A pattern of movement becomes apparent-a slow, downward spiral toward a black mote of utter annihilation at its root. Like a maelstrom that draws ocean vessels into the watery depths, the Abyss is a swirling vortex of destruction, dragging everything down toward its heart.
Travelers that fly above the Abyss can feel the strength of its pull, partly as a physical weight and partly as a psychological drag. The vortex is like a constant presence, a watching eye or siren song. Setting foot on any of the Abyss’s layers solidifies that feeling. Some describe it as stronger gravity, others as having one’s soul slowly drained out one’s feet. This sensation nags at the back of a visitor’s mind—but it pales quickly in the face of more immediate dangers.
The Abyss consists of uncounted layers, each one a floating piece of terrain caught in an inescapable downward spiral. Each layer is a unique microcosm of terror, presenting a different face. One truth remains constant, however: The Abyss works to destroy its inhabitants with a passion and tenacity that might best be described as sentient.