The 444th layer of the abyss, at first seems very hospitable. Moreover, indeed it is from the rolling plains to the idyllic forests to the crystal shores of it’s many lakes. How ever like all realms of the abyss not all is what it seems. Many predators will the layer as do demonic creatures of unholy lusts and endless desires.
In other words it is a land of cute fuzzy death. Many creatures on this layer charm and delude travelers . The halls of the demon lord of areas of relentless carnal lusts and endless feasts . The carnival of the flesh a never-ending testable held by the layers many fiendish satyrs , nymph and dryads often end with the unwary as the main coarse.
The creatures:
Tribbles are one of the most common creatures of this layer. Some are harmless other are very deadly, from the hive minded swarms to the flesh eating ones. Fiendish satyrs, nymphs and dryads dance and frolic in the many glades, indulging in dark and unending lusts
Deep within this layer, within a ring of stone in the heart of a forest of furry flesh the demon lord is at work. He has gathered items to his cause; he will create an item of power here, an item that will rival the gods themselves in power.
First he takes a rod crafted from the heart of the layers oldest and most decadent dryads tree, she was fun but like all things he her life is his to take at will. Next he pulls his ribs from his very chest binding the staff with his blood and essence. He works in iron from a clubhouse and bones dust from a undead kobold along with dust from the creators cult with the essence of theft.
Bone, hair and stone are worked from the land of the poodlelords and castings from the heart of a collective are added along with items from the court of a king. The demon lord then fashions a gem from his soul and the souls of ten thousand slain innocents. He polishes this orb with water from a pond and fills it with light of the purist sun and air of the mightiest wind.
With words best not spoken, he pulls forth power from the very layer as he uncorks a scared bottle and the essence of the untitled is mixed within the staff.
Holding up the item of his creation “It is done!” he exclaims as a ringing fills all the realms Libus Nakanum is born
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