Frozen Rivers of Orange Stone
You are on the edge of a breathtaking view. Far below you is an
active volcano, from which great gouts of molten lava come surging
out, cascading back down into the depths. The glowing rock fills the
farthest reaches of the cavern with a blood-red glare, giving
everything an eerie, macabre appearance.
The air is filled with flickering sparks of ash and a heavy smell of
brimstone. The walls are hot to the touch, and the thundering of the
volcano drowns out all other sounds. Embedded in the jagged roof far
overhead are myriad formations composed of pure white alabaster, which
scatter their murky light into sinister apparitions upon the walls.
To one side is a deep gorge, filled with a bizarre chaos of tortured
rock which seems to have been crafted by the Devil Himself. An
immense river of fire crashes out from the depths of the volcano,
burns its way through the gorge, and plummets into a bottomless pit
far off to your left.
To the right, an immense geyser of blistering steam erupts
continuously from a barren island in the center of a sulfurous lake,
which bubbles ominously. The far right wall is aflame with an
incandescence of its own, which lends an additional infernal splendor
to the already hellish scene.
A dark, foreboding passage exits to the south.