Ysgard

Ysgard is a plane of raw vitality and ceaseless motion, where existence itself is defined by conflict, challenge, and the unrelenting pursuit of personal strength. It is a realm shaped not by peace or permanence but by action. In Ysgard, nothing stands still for long, and everything is tested, whether by natural forces or by willful ambition. It is a plane where greatness is forged through struggle, not granted by birth or belief.   The terrain of Ysgard is constantly shifting. Massive landmasses drift through a churning sky, colliding and separating like drifting continents suspended in a sea of elemental force. These floating realms are vast, often containing forests, mountains, rivers, and plains, but they are not fixed in place. They crash together with violent force, break apart, and reform elsewhere. Gravity remains stable within each landmass, but travelers must adapt to the unstable geography of the broader plane.   Despite its volatility, Ysgard is not a chaotic realm. The challenges presented by the plane are not random but are rooted in purpose. Those who live or journey here must earn their place through strength, determination, and conviction. Cowardice and comfort have no lasting foothold in this world. This makes Ysgard a destination for those seeking to prove themselves, or those cast out of more ordered or passive realms.   Ysgard does not reward idle good nor senseless cruelty. It respects motion, change, and the active pursuit of identity. Heroism, conquest, exploration, and defiance are all common themes among the plane's inhabitants. Many of them are warriors, artisans, or seekers who have grown beyond the limits of more structured or stagnant societies. Others are mortal souls who, in life, were defined by their unshakable drive or their refusal to submit.   Structures do exist in Ysgard, but permanence is rare. Great halls, fortresses, and settlements rise quickly and fall just as fast. What remains is not the stone but the story. Memory carries more weight than tradition. Deeds are preserved not in books or monuments but in the spoken word and in the living acts of those who follow.   The natural forces of the plane are no less intense than its people. Storms cross the sky without warning. Rivers swell or vanish depending on the tides of the landmasses. Forests grow rapidly, and fires burn fiercely. Even the light of the sky is in flux, alternating between bright, invigorating sun and long, red-tinted twilight. There is no restful night in Ysgard, only varying degrees of wakefulness.   Access to Ysgard is typically reserved for those who pursue it deliberately. Portals may open in the heart of battle, at the climax of a quest, or at the moment of personal transformation. Some find their way by accident, drawn by an unresolved conflict within themselves. Others are summoned, challenged, or led by those who already walk the plane.   Ysgard is not a place of reward, punishment, or balance. It is a crucible for becoming. Those who endure it are not marked by allegiance or alignment but by motion. In Ysgard, to stand still is to be forgotten. To act is to exist.