Plateau

Nearly infinite scrubland, perfectly flat and broken only by a single, towering mountain. The edges of the this place break off into sheer cliffs, some of which lead to miles-long drops into a darkened abyss, while others have only a short fall to a quick end in molten magma. Any plant life found here resembles the grass which spreads to every horizon, dry and yellowed, sparsely littered amongst stretches of deep red rock. At the center, the Rising Mountain teems with abundant life in all forms, each one fighting all others for survival.   The Plateau is located on the meeting edge of the Elemental Planes of Earth and Fire, two hostile lands which come together in a place filled with a surprising abundance of life. The Plateau rises high above each of its conjoined planes, exceedingly difficult to reach from either one, and totally separate from their hostile conditions. The Rising Mountain reaches up to gently graze the edges of the Positive Energy Plane, causes its life-giving energy to flow and pour down the mountainside like rain. The creatures which live on the Plateau, whether intelligent or animalistic, rely on this energy for survival. Its presence causes the growth of all plant life, and in turn nourishes the fauna that flourish here, which are hunted by those who make their homes on the slopes of the mountain. In each life, an endless circle, with every possible ecological niche filled in a complex and interconnected weave. In the Plateau, there is no such thing as an invasive species- a creature which finds its way to the Plateau either dies out, or joins as a new piece of the eternal cycle.   While on the Plateau, those who seek to heal others through magic will often find their spells quickly fix even the most dire of injuries, knitting together life-threatening wounds with total ease. The surrounding magic of the Positive Energy Plane flows quickly to the fingers of those who know how to call for it, always eager to fix the balance in favor of life over death. But the Plateau is not without its struggles- earthquakes which give rise to landslides are common, and the air of the Plateau is hot and dry, with the only water to be found in small oases separated by vast miles. Below the base of the Rising Mountain, where the heat chokes those who come unprepared, the spark of magical fire is strong, easily channeled for destructive purpose. Here, even the smallest ember might ignite the dry grasses, igniting a firestorm that will burn its way across the fields before it eventually dies out, clearing the way for new life to grow once again.