Aggathion (a-GAY-thee-on)
Ervenian Era, 1051 AB
Yet still, seekers come, mad scholars, desperate adventurers, and those who cannot let go of forgotten dreams. Few return. Fewer still speak. But those who do say one thing with certainty: in Aggathion, even your silence has a voice… and it’s not yours.Aggathion, also known as Known as the Caverns of Eternal Isolation, is the fourth and deepest layer of the plane of Pandemonium, is a desolate place of unimaginable loneliness and utter darkness. this realm is a place of silent madness, where whispers of forgotten thoughts are the only companions to those unfortunate enough to wander its tunnels. Aggathion borders the Shadowfell and Hades, its reaches threading through realms steeped in despair and abandonment. Where silence reigns or companionship dies, unseen passages open, drawing wanderers across the boundaries of the multiverse into its grasp. Those who dwell too long in isolation on any plane may find themselves waking in Aggathion, unbidden and alone.
Denizens of Aggathion
Agathion, the deepest and most forsaken layer of Pandemonium, is a place of suffocating silence and absolute darkness. A hollow realm where light fears to tread and voices fall still before they rise. Life here is scarce and strange, shaped not by survival but by the slow unraveling of selfhood. Drifting through the black tunnels are the Isolation Specters, spirits born from overwhelming loneliness. These ethereal beings feed not on flesh, but on despair itself, sapping the will of those who wander too long without company or hope. Lurking ever just beyond the edge of perception are the Shadow Lurkers, entities of living gloom whose only purpose is to smother light, warmth, and the fragile threads of companionship. Wherever they pass, laughter dies, and emptiness follows. Deeper still, in crevices no map dares mark, dwell the Forgotten Ones, ancient, amorphous aberrations that whisper secrets never meant to be known. Their words coil into the mind like smoke, unraveling thought, memory, and reason.Geography
Unlike the upper layers of Pandemonium, the tunnels of Aggathion are incredibly narrow, claustrophobic, and labyrinthine. Passages twist and writhe like petrified veins, often no larger than the span of an outstretched arm. The stone is cold, damp, and slick with moisture that drips endlessly from unseen sources. Here, even the roaring winds of Pandemonium become little more than distant, whispering breezes, heightening a sense of profound silence.
There is no natural light or color in Aggathion; its eternal darkness seems to actively absorb illumination, consuming even magical lights in moments. The oppressive gloom weighs heavily on visitors, intensifying feelings of abandonment and existential dread.
Portals to Agathion typically appear in places steeped in profound isolation and forgotten prison cells, abandoned monasteries, or ancient caves sealed off by time. Such gateways may manifest subtly, opening only when a visitor experiences deep despair or intense solitude.
Rumors & Legends
The immense difficulty of locating the caverns of Agathion make them the perfect place for deities to hide a variety of items. Rumors exist of artifacts, mementos, powerful monsters, languages, and even cosmologies hidden away within the natural vaults. For additional security, some of these chambers are also populated with monsters charged with protecting the hidden items.Localized Phenomena
Magic responds strangely here. Spells of silence, illusion, darkness, and fear flourish: Warping reality to mirror the void’s hunger. Conversely, attempts to conjure sound, light, emotional connection, or comfort falter and fade as though smothered by unseen hands.
The very fabric of Aggathion seems to resonate with the minds of intruders, drawing forth their most hidden fears and regrets. These thoughts do not merely haunt; they manifest, forming phantoms that stalk the darkness in familiar shapes.
History
Legends say Aggathion was born from the silence that followed the first divine betrayal, a void where gods once walked and then fell silent forever. Others claim it is the graveyard of discarded truths and forgotten gods, buried beneath layers of shadow and unwept grief.
The most unsettling tales speak of a vast, dreaming entity at the heart of Aggathion. If it were ever to awaken, they say, its scream would drown every star in silence and unmake thought itself.
Tourism
Entering Aggathion is to step into a living void. Even the most stalwart minds begin to fray under the weight of isolation. Paranoia takes root. Identity blurs. Memories drift like ash in a silent wind. Prolonged exposure hollows travelers into echoing shades of themselves, silent and listless, barely more than ghosts.
Trait Type |
Description |
|---|---|
| Gravity | Normal |
| Time | Slower - each Day in the Plane, is five days in Prime Material Plane |
| Shape & Size | Goes on forever; its layers are bounded |
| Morphic Traits | Highly Morphic |
| Elemental Energy | None |
| Alignment | Chaotic Neutral and slightly Chaotic evil |
| Magic | Special |
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