Eltab - Realm

Realm

Eltab rules the 248th layer of the Abyss known asThe Hidden Layer. It is a vast wasteland of boulders and fissures constantly beset with intensive electrical storms, making it inimical to most life except for demons and deadly plant life such as viper trees, ironmaws, and bloodthorns. In the past thousand years or so, because of Eltab’s absence, the Hidden Layer has been fragmented in ever-changing fiefdoms as Eltab’s former lieutenants, including the balor Ndulu, fight over the vacated realm.

Thanks to the bindings cast upon the Narfelli demon-binders on Eltab when they summoned him, they also somehow linked fragments of the Hidden Layer into Faerun as well. So pieces of the layer, known as demoncysts, are lying scattered beneath the ground all over the northeast Faerun.

Demoncysts are typically 100-feet or more in diameter. The environment of the cyst do not interact with the surrounding terrestrial environment (and vice versa), thus each cyst resemble a cave that contain a wholly different environment than the surrounding earth or open space. Some cysts are empty, but others contain fiends and/or servants of Eltab. The largest cyst, known as the Hall of the Hidden Throne, lies in Eltab’s current location, the Citadel of Conjurers. This cyst contains Eltab’s palace and the calling circle that tied Eltab to the Realms. In fact, until this circle is destroyed, Eltab cannot leave Faerun or return to the Abyss.

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