Bluetspur
A Domain of Dread twisted beyond mortal comprehension, Bluetspur is a land of psychic torment and cosmic horror, where reality itself is diseased and memory cannot be trusted. Beneath a sky wracked with permanent lightning storms, jagged mountains and warped mesas loom over a lightless, fungal wasteland. Protean apocalypses—twisting echoes of doomed timelines or deranged futures—spill across the horizon without warning, only to vanish as if they never were. Those who survive such spectacles are left empty, robbed of memory and self.
At the heart of this broken domain stands a vast obsidian mountain pierced with cold tunnels: the lair of the God-Brain of Bluetspur, a calculating and ancient illithid elder brain whose motives are unknowable, yet whose reach is infinite within its domain.
Bluetspur is a reality-warped, horror-laced psychic wasteland haunted by a dying God-Brain and plagued by fragmentary apocalypses that leave no survivors—or worse, survivors who remember nothing. It is a domain of forgetfulness, mental invasion, and existential decay, where even your memories can be lies, and even your victories might be illusions.
Geography
Bluetspur's terrain is monochrome and alien. Grey mountains bleed shadows instead of rain. The ground is spongy with thick mats of fungus and veined with glowing mindstone. There are no cities, no natural wildlife—only strange ruins that shift and reform in impossible geometries, and silent, wandering husks of people who no longer know what they were.
Time passes unevenly. The moon never sets, its phases changing erratically. Sometimes there are two moons, sometimes none, and sometimes it whispers.
The air is never still. There is always a hum, a drone, or the sound of a vast heartbeat just beyond perception.
Fauna & Flora
The domain is ruled by a single, terrible intellect: the God-Brain, an elder brain even more ancient and deformed than its kind. It was once part of a mind flayer empire in the Far Realm or some other nightmare dimension, but it was cast adrift and eventually seized this demiplane through sheer psychic will.
The God-Brain is dying, afflicted by a creeping rot of the mind. As it decays, it lashes out across reality and dream alike, attempting to preserve its knowledge, spread its influence, or simply escape its torment by projecting itself into new vessels.
The God-Brain rarely speaks. When it does, it speaks inside you—with your own voice.
Tourism
haracters drawn into Bluetspur may do so through:
- A broken artifact of illithid design
- A nightmare that follows them even when awake
- A rift opening inside a spellcaster’s mind
Adventures here revolve around:
- Surviving psychic assaults
- Escaping protean apocalypses that reframe the world as undead cities, collapsed realities, or Far Realm invasions
- Recovering lost memories
- Tracking a missing god, artifact, or person into the Brain’s labyrinth
- Confronting (but not necessarily defeating) the God-Brain
But escape is rare. Even if you flee Bluetspur, it may not have let you go. You may carry part of it with you. You may only think you escaped.
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