The Ever-Changing Chaos of Limbo
- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Limbo is a plane of pure chaos, a roiling soup of impermanent matter and energy. Stone melts into water that freezes into metal, then turns into diamond that burns up into smoke that becomes snow, and on and on in an endless, unpredictable process of change. Fragments of more ordinary landscapes – bits of forest, meadow, ruined castles, and even burbling streams – drift through the disorder. The whole plane is a nightmarish riot.
Limbo has no gravity, so creatures visiting the plane float in place. A creature can move in any direction by merely thinking of the desired direction of travel.
Limbo conforms to the will of the creatures inhabiting it. Very disciplined and powerful minds can create whole islands of their own invention within the plane, sometimes maintaining those places for years. A simpleminded creature such as a fish, though, might have less than a minute before the pocket of water surrounding it freezes, vanishes, or turns to glass. The slaadi live here and swim amid this chaos, creating nothing, whereas githzerai monks build entire monasteries with their minds.