Location

Abattoir
City of Corruption and Hunger

In the badlands of Avernus where the River Styx first flows into Baator from Gehenna lies a sprawling metropolis of monolithic factories and elegant mansions as well as crumbling tenements and narrow alleyways filled to overflowing with homeless dregs.

A titanic sculpture—or possibly a natural formation, or even a petrified fiend or forgotten god—looms over one side of the city, resembling an enormously fat humanoid, its features so weathered that it's no longer clear whether the points on its head are ears or horns or both.

Points Above and Below

being a compilation of answers to the curiosities of planeswalkers who wonder what lies above and below the typically-settled portions of the Outer Planes

compiled at the request of the Fraternity of Order

by

Zzing, xorn late of the Plane of Earth,

and

Elenya Ihaha, avariel late of Jhankal (Beastlands)

Introduction

Humanoids, as the numerous races are called for whom humanity is widely regarded as the tabula rasa, tend to be air-breathing, land-bound bipeds without ability to transit through other solids.

It is a cauldron of boiling stone.
It is a place of wastelands.
It is a plane of death and renewal.
It is the child of Earth and Fire.

At its heart, the Paraelemental Plane of Magma is a molten sea of rock. This primordial soup is the closest a mortal can get to the heart of a Material Plane world. Few things last long on a plane where worlds themselves are reduced to a roiling ocean by the power of this plane.
There is a sky above the bottomless depth of the great sea, albeit one choked with liquefied rock, volcanic gasses and pillars of fire.

Sparks cascaded like falling meteors onto the floating pathfinder crystal. Rysse gritted her teeth and hissed a barbed curse. The tiefling pulled herself up from under the command console to inspect the damage. A long shard of heated metal lay embedded in the oscillating containment field. Nothing too serious if solved quickly. Rysse wiped her oil-stained hands on her dark leather jerkin. Everything was slippery. She had been busy maintaining the joints of the planar sextant fitted to the pathfinder crystal and the last thing she needed was a fire inside the navigation room.