Pilar exhales the breath she was holding, and inhales.  With Planar Adaptation around herself, the air doesn't smell like anything, white-glowing sparks enter her nostrils and do nothing in her lungs.  It feels like a slightly hot day, and no hotter than that.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass and ornamenting them with mithril.

Everything is on fire.  Of course none of it is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.

Pilar exhales the breath she was holding, then, and inhales.  With Planar Adaptation around herself, the air doesn't smell like anything, white-glowing sparks enter her nostrils and do nothing in her lungs.  It feels like a slightly hot day, and no hotter than that.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass and ornamenting them with mithril.

Everything is on fire.  Of course none of it is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass and ornamenting them with mithril.

Everything is on fire.  Of course none of it is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass.

Everything is on fire.  Of course none of it is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass.

Fire is everywhere, and nothing is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass.

Fire is everywhere, and nothing is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.  If there's a section of the City of the Brass that's meant for mortals too weak to protect themselves, and yet somehow strong enough to travel here, it is not this section.  Its mortal hospitality is seen in how there are stable brass streets to walk upon, and not just lakes of lava submerged in oceans of fire.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreeti won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass.

Fire is everywhere, and nothing is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.  If there's a section of the City of the Brass that's meant for mortals too weak to protect themselves, and yet somehow strong enough to travel hither, it is not this section.  Its mortal hospitality is seen in how there are stable brass streets to walk upon, and not just lakes of lava submerged in oceans of fire.

Around them stretches the City of Brass.  Not reputed to be one of the safest places in Creation, but the Efreet won't slay you out of hand, it's said, for they do wish to protect their City's trading custom.

It does not, quite, look as large as Dis, but then Dis tries to look large.  It looks wealthier than Dis, at least to the eyes of someone from Golarion, because using souls as building material doesn't strike the eye in quite the same way as making whole buildings out of brass.

Fire is everywhere, and nothing is burning.  Anything that could burn, in this place, is long since gone and not even the ash of it remains.  If there's a section of the City of the Brass that's meant for mortals too weak to protect themselves, and yet somehow strong enough to travel hither, it is not this section.  Its mortal hospitality is seen in how there are stable brass streets to walk upon, and not just lakes of lava submerged in oceans of fire.