The Realm of Adramahlihk

Those who fall into the hands of Adramahlihk are rarely permitted the mercy of simply dying.

Beyond Rivellon lies a demiplane shaped by the demon for a singular purpose: to keep the Source of those he has claimed. Great halls and ceremonial chambers hang impossibly within a sea of green Source, their pristine stonework surrounded by an endless void. What might otherwise resemble a palace is instead Adramahlihk’s private prison.

Here, the demon keeps those who have attracted his particular interest. Some remain alive in Rivellon, their Source trapped here while their bodies continue on without it. Others have been dead for years. All remain within his reach.

Throughout the realm stand black statues fashioned in the likeness of his victims. Each cradles a small candle whose flame contains the captive’s soul, reducing an entire life to a flickering light that Adramahlihk may preserve, extinguish, or torment as he pleases. Banquet halls and chambers have been arranged around them with grotesque hospitality, as though the demon considers his prisoners honored guests rather than possessions.

The deeper one travels, the more that illusion of civility begins to fall apart. Elegant halls give way to damaged chambers and abandoned spaces, until eventually the true scale of the realm is revealed.

At its furthest reaches lies a cavern containing the souls Adramahlihk does not bother displaying individually.

Millions of them.

An impossible multitude gathered across centuries, stripped of everything but their Source and imprisoned within the domain of a creature that refuses to let even death place its victims beyond his reach.