The Hill of Bone

Planar Site
Plane:	The Gray Waste
Layer:	Pluton
Ruler:	n/a

The nightmares come here to die and achieve immortality at the same time. When the time comes, the nightmares will rise up to thunder across the planes, bringing death and despair to their former masters.

On first approach, the Hill of Bone seems nothing more than a boneheap that fills a pit deeper than the eyes can see, and taller than the reach of a full-grown Titan. A pervading feeling of watchfulness permeates the area, but none of the usual scavengers appear. Instead, the bones constantly stir with a low noise at the barest edge of hearing. If a body listens closely, he can discern a quiet nickering, the dry chuffing of horses that should've been dead long ago.

Every once in a while, and aged nightmare comes here to lie down and die. It's entrance is preceded by a wall of roiling mist and the steady sound of a proud canter. The old nightmare, its head held high, salutes the Hill, which lets forth a deafening welcome. Those within one mile are driven mad merely by the sound of it. When the echoes die, the old nightmare collapses, and its skin begins to slough off almost immediately.