Thresher, the sky world.

One of the only known worlds connected by the great gateways that has not one square foot of solid ground.  Though the belief among the common people is that the Gods set Thresher's surface ablaze millennia ago as punishment for man's sins, a learned scholar will tell you that Thresher has no surface to speak of, just increasingly hot and dense layers of atmosphere all the way through the planet's core.

This lack of ground has not stopped the numerous humanoid races from populating its skies with settlements of various kinds.  From the massive artifacts, chunks of stone held aloft by ancient magics now lost, to the gasbag gnome cities, to the accumulations of sky kelp that provide somewhat of a solid surface, the planet teams with life.

It is one of these mounds of sky kelp that our story takes us to.

The great plate Kamoras, an amalgamation of the floating sky kelp that has persisted long enough for forests and cities to appear, has been slowly circling the great cyclone Corval for the last 30 years. Finally the winds have caught it just right.  Auguries predict doom, and most sages agree that no plate of its kind has ever avoided being sucked into a cyclone from this close.

Subsummation, the plate and its material are destined to be returned to the fiery core of Thresher.  The plate and its inhabitants do not have long now, and most with the means to have already fled.  Now, a morbid group descends on the plate from all across the planes of existence.  Not there to help, but there from a desire to witness the destruction first hand.

The Party at the End of the World.
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