Shemeska
Adventurer
The Gray Waste. All other 'hells' are but shallow imitations. So says your friendly neighborhood yugoloth anyways.
Excerpt from a little something I wrote and posted up on Planewalker:
"But the depths of the Waste are reserved for the purest of evils; cold, remorseless, clinical and detached. The agonies of the Waste are constant and cannot be driven away by any act of will or show of strength. It saps the life, emotion, motivation and the will to live from the greatest hag to the lowest larvae. It is omnipresent and uncaring. The agony of the Waste pays no heed to whether you are strong or weak, it kills you slowly and painfully simply because it can. You are bereft of any influence upon your torment whatsoever. Will matters not, circumstance matters not, and not even the glimmer of release from your self imposed torture exists that might upon Carceri. You are nothing, you are unimportant, but you will suffer all the same."
Excerpt from a little something I wrote and posted up on Planewalker:
"But the depths of the Waste are reserved for the purest of evils; cold, remorseless, clinical and detached. The agonies of the Waste are constant and cannot be driven away by any act of will or show of strength. It saps the life, emotion, motivation and the will to live from the greatest hag to the lowest larvae. It is omnipresent and uncaring. The agony of the Waste pays no heed to whether you are strong or weak, it kills you slowly and painfully simply because it can. You are bereft of any influence upon your torment whatsoever. Will matters not, circumstance matters not, and not even the glimmer of release from your self imposed torture exists that might upon Carceri. You are nothing, you are unimportant, but you will suffer all the same."