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==Description== |
==Description== |
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Obvious exits: none. |
Obvious exits: none. |
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==Death Message== |
==Death Message== |
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In the total absence of the planar laws that defined your existence, your body and mind become fuzzy, stretched and indistinct. The degenerating atoms and thought patterns erupt into fecundity: billions upon billions of piths of nascent demonic life devour each other across timeless cycles. Your soul passes from demonling to feasting demonling before the torment ends, leaving not much of what used to be you.<br><br> |
In the total absence of the planar laws that defined your existence, your body and mind become fuzzy, stretched and indistinct. The degenerating atoms and thought patterns erupt into fecundity: billions upon billions of piths of nascent demonic life devour each other across timeless cycles. Your soul passes from demonling to feasting demonling before the torment ends, leaving not much of what used to be you.<br><br> |
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Your remains slip away, recoiling to the Plane of Abiding... |
Your remains slip away, recoiling to the [[Plane of Abiding]]... |
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* [[Soul of Maelshyve]] |
* [[Soul of Maelshyve]] |
Revision as of 12:11, 15 April 2021
Description
[Plane of Exile]
Vague distortions to the amorphous monochromatic backdrop prevent any sense of distance or scale, and there is only the choking haze filled with fathomless appetites.
Obvious exits: none.
Death Message
In the total absence of the planar laws that defined your existence, your body and mind become fuzzy, stretched and indistinct. The degenerating atoms and thought patterns erupt into fecundity: billions upon billions of piths of nascent demonic life devour each other across timeless cycles. Your soul passes from demonling to feasting demonling before the torment ends, leaving not much of what used to be you.
Your remains slip away, recoiling to the Plane of Abiding...