Dis is the Second Layer of The Ten Hells, a realm of torture and torment ruled by scheming devils and broken into ten separate layers. Most of the layer is taken up by the Iron City of Dis, the Hell's largest city and one of the largest cities in all the realms.
About
Dis is a city of iron designed to make you suffer with sharp-edged streets, towering foundries, and districts built like industrial fortresses. The heat never really fades; it rolls off the metal walls and rises from vents that run day and night, scorching the skin and boiling the flesh of the damned. The streets below are choked with movement as devils of all ranks jostling for space among soul-haulers, branded prisoners, screaming petitioners, and infernal constructs belching smoke. The roads are narrow and boiling, paved with groaning metal plates that hiss and buckle under the constant traffic as the creatures who walk upon them are suffocated in endless dense crowds. Carts piled with chained souls clatter down cramped alleys, while winged enforcers and infernal overseers making sure no action goes unseen. The Iron Tower dominates the skyline, a massive, jagged spire that seems to always be visible no matter where you are in Dis.
There is no silence here, only the endless cacophony of law enforced at volume: barked orders, legal incantations, the snap of chains, the hiss of quills on skin-bound scrolls. The city reeks of sweat and ash and desperation. Devils fight for space, elbowing through red-lit corridors too narrow for the city’s ambition, as others cry in pain out as new additions to the city are built atop their very bones. And for those that look out across the city from high towers only see the city continue past towards the horizon. To the north the city is ringed with mountains where mortal slaves mine constantly to supply iron for the continuing construction of the city.
Dis serves as the largest creating and exporter of weapons throughout the realms, with countless foundries dedicated to supplying tools for the Blood War and from selling arms to buyers all across the realms from Efreeti warlords in the Plane of Fire to undead tyrants in the Shadowfell. This has made Dis a hub for more then just devils as many fiends from across the lower planes congregate in Dis in search of infernal opportunities and to indulge their sinful temptations.
But don't be fooled. Dis doesn’t welcome you.
It absorbs you, files you, forgets you.
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