The winding paths of solid ground lead upward to a ritual plateau, a place of terrible significance. At its center, a circle of stone and scorched sigils surrounds an altar — or perhaps a sacrificial pit — where cultists, fire elementals, or desperate mortals might call upon something far older than flame itself. Bones blackened by heat lie scattered among the rocks, their shapes warped beyond recognition.
Whether used as a temple to fire gods, a battlefield within the Elemental Plane of Fire, or the heart of a volcano’s fury, The Embermaw is a stage for chaos, sacrifice, and rebirth. Every echo in these halls sounds like the breath of a world still being forged.
