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"Faceless abominations walk the ashen fields of Daemoni Ignius, they are tormented souls, forced to linger on as ghastly visages of life..."
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To submit an interesting place in the Netherworld where tangible representations of 'Demons' exist in a sense, and to create a place for others to explore and fight in.
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[Official Designation] The Daemoni Ignius - [Unofficial Designation] The Daemon Hive
- [Unofficial Designation] Plateau of Sin
[*]Classification: Mountainous, Volcanic Landscape
[*]Location: The Void - The Unexplored Netherworld Territory
[*]Affiliation: The Daemons - Unaligned Entities
[*]Size: Unknown - Presumed to be Massive
[*]Population: Moderate
[*]Demographics:
Whatever makes up these undead abominations, or whatever it is that they are now, is unknown. They, these beasts, theses dead, these daemons are said to be the souls of the once living, now dead, whom have been twisted and morphed by the horrors of the Netherworld into ghastly beings which took physical form. It is assumed that these daemons of hell as they tend to be alluded to in religious texts, are from all races and all walks of life. Their physical bodies represent bipedal forms in most cases, though the process of transformation is an archaic thing, a thing which no mortal knows nor should know. To know such a thing would pierce the fountain of knowledge that is the brain, fracturing it and breaking it to it's most animalistic and psychotic tendencies. Whatever it is that these things once were, it no longer matters. They have no tell-tale signs of what they once were, save for horns on many of them which take gruesome forms and painful ones meant to do harm to themselves.
There are few, however, living beings who call such a place 'home.' It is not home, but a trapping which they are never able to escape. They are seekers of knowledge, or warriors of great prestige and gravitas which sought to know all and fight all respectively. Such beings, such noble ideas were trampled under-heel. Now, all of that they represent is insanity, ramblings of madness and incomprehensible dialects. What can be understood however, is nothing. What little that they do speak that can be heard and understood, can not be understood, none of it makes corporeal logical sense, ramblings of mad-men. Men whom have lost themselves to their greed and dreams, such things which led to their current state-of-being.
- Accessibility:
Such a location of malice and mystery, is not however, easy to ignore. The heavy smell of sulfur and burning flesh flows forth from Daemoni Ignius. Black smoke flows freely around such a place, choking the air and making it smell of such things as sulfur and flesh, rotting flesh, burnt flesh. A black trail flows from the mass of volcanoes in Daemoni Ignius, flying freely upwards into the skies, choking it and exuding it's own perverted presence of cosmic insanity and death onto all that surrounds it, tainting it.
- Security Rating: High
- Personnel Assets:
The 'Daemons' - The 'Black Knights'
- Fire Elementals
- Insane Mortals and Malevolent Wraiths seeking Escape from Torment
[*]Description:
The Daemoni Ignius is a large plateau of rocky terrain elevated above the terrain surrounding it, acting as a monolith to sin and brimstone. Rocky outcroppings that stretch forth from it act strangely and unnaturally, pieces breaking off randomly and floating as islands, some of which come back down and connect while others remain floating forever till the end of days. The rocky outcroppings open and close as mouths unexpectedly and randomly, never opening in the same place twice. Rolling black smoke floats out from the rocky outcroppings, drenching everything around it in black masses of smoke which are noxious to smell and can cause hallucinogenic effects if inhaled
Daemoni Ignius is loosely refereed to in religious texts as 'Hell,' at least it is assumed to be Hell. Horrid abominations prowl the ashen plains of rock across the unnaturally hilly plateau, diving between rivers of molten rock where many have fallen before from hallucinogenic effects due to the smoke. Such abominations come from souls of the dead whom have been twisted and warped into unnatural things that no longer represent their true selves, but now represent a monstrous, treacherous being that knows nothing but suffering with it's body of matted flesh and bone, metal rings which falls from it and pull at skin. Such monsters formed from these twisted spirits through means that would drive the sanest of individuals into a frenzied madness and insanity...making them end up as insane mortals destined to wander Daemoni Ignius for years, or making them end up as the very beasts which drove them into insanity in the first place.
The volcanoes of Daemoni Ignius form the black smoke which drenches the land in a dark and noxious shadows, poisoning all whom come to it's rocky adobe for knowledge, wealth, and power. Past keepers of knowledge, past seekers of wealth, and past warriors seeking glory have come to Daemoni Ignius, seeking what they most desire. All of this, is greed, all of this, is sinful. The plateau of sin takes such foolish mortals and warps them, twists them to destroy themselves when they come to such a thing. In such a moment of triumph, of success, they grow most insane. Their minds fracture and break to the will of Daemoni Ignius, falling into pieces that can never be fixed, forever broken and forever insane because of their sinful desires to grow above their foolish mortal ambitions. Mortals call such a place Hell, and they are rightful to call it such a thing. For it is a dreadful place, a place no desire to go save those stalwart in courage to venture forth. Even those, fail, die, become beasts of sin, become the Daemons of Daemoni Ignius.
POINTS OF INTEREST
Daemon Spire || The Daemon Spire is a large, monolithic structure composed of jagged stone which rises high up into the sky. It is composed of a thick black stone, nigh impervious to any mortal weapon with unknown make and design, it acts as a truly unholy, demonic structure of sin. This monolithic structure is over one-thousand meters tall, standing taller than anything immediately surrounding it. Spines of rock erupt from the ground surrounding the Daemon Spire, likening themselves to the appearance of bone. These erections of rock disperse glowing red particles from holes located across these rock formations, sending out unknown vapors and particles into the area immediately surrounding the Daemon Spire. This dispersion of particles covers an area of over fifty meters in a circular fashion surrounding the 'tower,' these very particles are very acidic and poisonous, only breathable by Daemon kind, excluding the Black Knights whom need the respirators in their armor to get through such areas. It creates a nigh impenetrable wall of red against any who come into contact with it, preventing further movement into the Daemon spire.
The exact purpose of the Daemon Spire is unknown as none have entered within it beforehand. What little is known about the Daemon Spire is that from digital scans by geographical equipment from groups of explorers who were lucky to come back with their lives intact, and their minds only partially broken. The upper portion of the Daemon Spire is the part visible above surface, the lower part, the underground part to be specific, extends outwards in caverns and tunnels in every direction going to place people know not. Whatever is the purpose of such tunnels is unknown, though roars and growls emit from such caverns by the minute. Whispers, treacherous and enticing whispers echo out from the caverns, some of which are in the mountains, enticing would-be adventurers to their deaths. Whatever truly lies within the Daemon Spire.
At times, the red particle dust can be seen gathering up in a funnel surrounding the tower, hiding it as a beam of white light emits from the top of the tower, visible from hundreds of miles away. The purpose, whatever it may be, us unknown...for the light is blinding, oh so very blinding. And maddening to any whom glance apon it for too long. Such a bright light should not exist, most especially in such a place as unholy as Daemoni Ignius...
Daemon's Gate || The Daemon's Gate, the Hell Pit, whatever it may be called -- it is a deathtrap for all who enter, even for the Daemons and Black Knights. The pit itself is a haven for the most powerful of daemons and the strongest of artifacts. It is a prison, keeping tortured souls and mortals alike trapped inside of it. Whatever becomes of them, is unknown, for their screams tell stories which are too insane for the naked ear to simply understand or comprehend without going mad with the prospect of what those stories truly mean to the individual conscious of belief and religion. Fires rage and flesh burns constantly, everything is in a constant state of torment in the Hell Pit, even the High Daemons which vary greatly in size and power.
The artifacts are said to be of great make and design, and most unholy principles. They are tainted with the dark, acting as testaments to the 'Daemon Heritage', whatever that may mean to mortals. Many have fallen to the finding of these artifacts, their souls ravaged and their minds broken and their physicality drained all for naught, all for greed -- all for sinful desires which betray all beings everywhere at every time, in every place. There is no escaping the greed of these artifacts, their power is enough to break the minds of hundreds of the strongest of men, and the fabric of mortal reality which crack and split asunder at the use of any sort of artifact.
Pantheon of Lust || A home to all of the lustful, sinful desires of the Galaxy. That, is the Pantheon of Lust. It is a grand structure, sticking out among the Plateau of Sin atop of a flattened mountainside, overlooking the daemons and black knights which dwell below in the valleys and plains of volcanic ash. The building itself is of an ornate design, utilizing black rock to built a steeped and ornately carved stone structure which stood a good many meters high, reaching to the levels of a few galactic-standard stories. Among the black rock lies golden plates and detailing depicting winged men and women fighting against men and women whom are also winged, such a depiction is either a fabrication and just art, or it alludes to an unknown history of the daemons that runs deeper than the existence of the Galaxy in it's entirety. Whatever the case may be, the Pantheon of Lust exists as the most striking and unique structure among the Daemoni Ignius...it looks...the most normal.
The Pantheon of Lust, as can be derived from it's given name, is a home to lustful desire. Within it's confines lies men and women alike of profound beauty, perfect in every detail of their forms. Despite their physical forms looking perfect, carefree, and strikingly stunning, a deeper, darker, sinister secret lies within them. They, the Succubi and the Incubbi, keep and trap individuals within the confines of the Pantheon because of their lustful desires, their sinful desires. Such individuals, in most cases, never leave such a place...remaining trap till the end of the days...or until the Succubi and Incubbi want to use them for a different purpose than they typically do already.
NETHERWORLD INFORMATION
- Gate: Not Applicable - Internal Netherworld Access
Lucidity: The Daemoni Ignius Plateau is more night-mare esque than that of a dream entirely. All good things waiver and falter into the opposite, the smoke preys on the fears of individuals. It plays to there hopes and dreams, only to allow them to succeed before taking it all away. The very nature of Daemoni Ignius is a nature of a broken reality, one misshaped and broken by that of the Netherworld. Isles of rock float high in the air, denying the existence of gravity and physics all together. Pieces of rock can break off of the landscape on their own accord and begin to float upwards into the sky for a few moments and then fall back down to where they came from as though nothing happened, as though they were being reeled back in like a fishing line from the lakes and rivers of the galaxy's fishermen. Among these floating rock islands, some contain lakes of lava atop of them, the molten rock flowing freely from the islands above to create new lakes of burning magma.
Hostility: The denizens of this netherworld sanctum are hostile to any and all creatures which enter their domain, they know nothing but the act and will to kill anything that is not like them. Any trespassers to Daemoni Ignius are subject to the will of the Daemons and the Black Knights, and as such, are subject to die by them if they are seen and caught by the inhabitants of the plateau of sin.
EFFECTS
The Smoke || The black smoke rolls in as waves of water, washing over the land in a foggy veil. This onyx veil can be relatively easy to see through unhindered with the adequate equipment, of course, however it is not easily traversed with such things. The smoke itself is a mix of sulfuric gases, hydrochloric acid, and a slew of noxious, otherworldly sulfuric gaseous compounds which can hinder most who enter into it's path. The smoke itself causes hallucinogenic effects in individuals who are not protected from such things, it also acts as a slow acting acid that can slowly widdle away at the heaviest of armor. It does such a thing with the buildup of thick smoke on the surface of armor, allowing for the gathering of acids and sulfur to burn through armor that hinders it from flowing through the strong wings which blow through the Plateau of Sin.
Insanity || The pursuit of knowledge, the pursuit of glory, the pursuit of anything is a prideful and greedy desire and such a sinful desire must be punished. Those mortals whom traverse Daemoni Ignius are subject to insanity and madness at any and all waking moments, anything within the Plateau can throw a person over the mental threshold, fracturing the confines of their own self-perceived reality and making them realize truly how very little they matter in the great scheme of things. The pursuit of knowledge can lead to insanity, such secret arts are not to be favored or known by mere mortals, for in doing so, they know nothing is true for they know nothing is false, they know nothing is an actual construct...all sinful figments meant to make life 'feel better.'
Spiritual Possession || Physical forms are the most vulnerable objects in the Daemoni Ignius, they face all brutalities of sin and the hellish nature of life. Individuals can fall prey to treacherous and wrathful wraiths and souls alike taking control of their body permanently if they are not careful. If their will crumples and their mind is shattered, that is when they are most vulnerable to souls. When their body is overtaken, their body is no longer theirs. They are a passenger to witness all that the offending soul does with the body which is now under their possession. Such is the punishment of a slothful nature, such is the punishment of now allowing one's will to remain strong and powerful.
Eternal Damnation || The longer an individual stays in Daemon Ignius, the more likely they are to lose their mind and to transform into some hideous beast that knows nothing anymore. The very poisoned, hellish, cosmic nature of the Daemoni Ignius breaks the soul and the individual, making them lose sense of who they truly are in the grand scheme of things. Such a loss of individuality and such a loss of the soul allows for the venturing of the transformation of individuals through means that are not know and should never be known, for such a thing to be known would leave to eternal damnation for all minds, the unholy constructs of the Daemons must never be known to preserve sanity in it of itself.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
The Daemoni Ignius, the Plateau of Sin, the Daemon Hive - it is a place of danger that few know of and even fewer have dared to enter. Creatures of grotesque design walk the fields of fallen ashen and molten rock constantly, every waking hour with no rest, no sleep, nothing save the endless wanderings of minds driven mad by the whispering's of the Daemons. The Plateau of Sin is identified by it's large black mountains which surround it, and the black volcanic smoke which rises from such a place, that can be seen from miles upon miles around. The volcano itself is over one-thousands and five-hundred meters tall, making it visible for miles for all to see within the Netherworld. It stands as a testament, as a remembrance of the folly of sinful desire, the consequence of all sin is the burning by fiery brimstone in the pits of Hell...in the pits of the Daemoni Ignius, the Plateau of Sin. The place itself acts as a representation of Hell as most galactic religious texts identify, at least that was the conclusion that scholars came to about such a god-forsaken place that can easily drive any strong-willed person to the brink of insanity by the mere things that they witness and do and feel and touch within this fiery pit of Daemonic Energy,
Many come to the Plateau of Sin for sinful, mortal desires. What they find because of their hellish desire is nothing but despair, disappointment, fear, and wrath...the wrath of sin. They search for glory, they search of riches, they search for knowledge, yet all of these works that they seek to receive are greedy, they are desires and wants from a sinful nature which is purged out through the fracturing and breaking of the feeble organic mind by the horrors of the Daemons and the Black Knights alike. Most never see the light of the Galaxy again, instead trapped to this portion of the Netherworld, lost to whatever may become of them. Lost spirits as well come to such a place, looking for either bodies to possess or simply because they do not know their way. Even such etheral and ghostly visages of life such as these are trapped to the wheel of insanity which is the Daemoni Ignius.
No creature can be sinful and survive the Daemoni Ignius, it is an impossibility...a plague...a cancer which will be purged through the madness, the daemonic madness.
