The Veil
Well of Souls
by Laranna MacRoy-Raevhaz

Not many people can say they have gone to the Veil and come back - or at least have lived to tell about it. My adventures here in the Veil were during a time of massive invasions, where a force so chaotic entered the lands, the Well of Souls opened upon our mortal plane.

Creatures of various evils roamed out lands, killing many, while a brave group of adventurers came together to save the world. It took one mortal of each of the eight races to come together to close the Well of Souls. Successfully it was managed, and the Veil was crumbling..or..something unexplainable, right before our eyes.

I believe that it was my deep greed for knowledge that enabled me to remain in the Veil as one of the last known mortals before we were all forced to enter our plane again - or succumb to eternal existence in the Veil, where there is no such thing as rebirth.

Here, I've managed to provide a glimpse of what it was like inside the Veil. My only regret was that I wasn't one of the eight chosen to close the Well.

-Laranna MacRoy-Raevhaz

[The Beginning]
Wind swirls about you, and in the wind you see a thousand faces, looking at you with hungry eyes. You shiver, although not from cold. You cannot say that you are chilled here, or warm...or anything. A narrow path leads off into the distance, although you cannot tell where it goes to. You also see a spectral bridge.
Obvious paths: none.

[The Edge]
All the world is grey. Through the Veil you can see the world you know, the realm of the living, but before it spans a bridge, spectral and airy, over the darkest chasm you have ever seen. To either side of the bridge stretches an endless grey plain, flat, featureless, and devoid of any apparent life.

[Crossroads]
A narrow path leads off into the grey. Opposite the path, the grey coalesces into an area of light and an area of dark. The light is nearly blinding and seems to warm your very soul, comforting in this uncomfortable place. The darkness, however, seems to shift and ripple, making you shudder violently.
Obvious paths: none.

[Light]
Light surrounds you, embraces you, and comforts you. It blinds your eyes and soul, making your spirit buoyant and filling you with contentment. Within the rays you can see faces, smiling in peace, but they seem to be going nowhere, content to bask in the warmth of the light.
Obvious paths: out.

[Graveyard]
Endless rows of gravestones stretch before you. Before each stone is a rectangular hole, as if the graves awaited occupants, and eerily, all the headstones are blank save the one before you. That one looks very different from the rest, and the grave it marks seems recently dug. A patch of darkness hovers in the air at the edge of the cemetery.
Obvious paths: none.

[Beyond]
Darkness blankets this area so heavily that it seems you are walking upon shadow. A large well lies in the distance, glowing an indigo-blue in the blackness. Thousands upon thousands of souls pour from it, escaping their containment to haunt the world you know.

[The Well of Souls]
Deep blue-purple light from a large stone ring washes all other colors from the area. Within the glow a million souls churn and heave, as if boiling in an immense cauldron. Soft, haunting wails fill your mind, and a strange sadness grips you, catching your breath in your chest.

The Well is perfect circle of rectangular grey stones, although you find it likely that the stones are an image conjured by your mind to make the Well's form easier for you to comprehend. Wispy spirits float from the churning mass within the stones, as if making a break for freedom.

There are many planes of existence...do not be mislead into believing there is just one. There are the planes of the Arkati, those of the Vvrael, of the Drakes, the Souls, and those of....others.

This is just one glimpse of one plane...