Minethys

Carcerian Layer
Order:	Third
Realms:

Cold deserts and cutting winds characterize this layer of Carceri. It's a harsh, bitter place, where the greatest dangers lie not in the creatures that inhabit the layer but in the conditions of the layer itself. At least there's no sun above to parch the thirsty throats of the inhabitants.

The wind, like that of Pandemonium, never ceases entirely. It has stripped the layer of plant life, destroyed the soil, and turned the ground into sand. Now, the wind carries the stinging particles of grit into the soft tissues of anyone stupid enough to visit or unfortunate enough to live here. Clouds of dust choke any visitor who lacks protection against the dirty land.

The skies are foul with yellow dust, which combines with the sanguine glow of the orbs to create a hellish orange that blankets the layer for days on end. It also has the effect equivalent to a stinking cloud, but this cloud lasts a lot longer. Simply covering the nose and mouth with a wet cloth protects a basher from the effects, but berks who don't expect these conditions find themselves in a blinding world of foul fumes and choking sand.

There's another danger, too: The driving winds kick up the sand grains hard enough to flay flesh to the bone, and anyone without the protection of heavy clothing might as well kiss his skin goodbye. Exposed skin gets cut up by the sands relentlessly when the wind's blowing; not even the petitioners are immune to this.

Then the tornadoes come, as frequently as one every ten days. They carry everything in their path to an adjacent orb, wrecking untold havoc along the way. Anyone hoping to ride one of the tornadoes is welcome to try, but only a few have survived the attempt.

The petitioners of Minethys are miserable; they're greedy sods, and they won't share anything with anyone unless they're paid for it. Since there's not much use for jink here, they barter for services and rags for protection against the wind. The strong are those who manage to gain the service of many; their sand-built huts offer the best shelter from the wind, though this means nothing in the path of the tornadoes. They're a hard lot, and they'll bob a body for all he's worth, if he lets 'em.

The other inhabitants include the gautiere, who roam the savage wastes bundled in their rags and rages, and the fomorian petitioners, who sally forth from their power's realms to take vengeance in the name of their god.

Carcerian Layers

Othrys . Cathrys . Minethys . Colothys . Porphatys . Agathys