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The War Slough

The War-Slough in Avernus, site of the Great Fray, was home to a devastating war between devils and demons and what’s left is a nightmarish collection of lost devil units, wandering demons, and corruption.  

The Forever War

The War-Slough isn’t abandoned. To evacuate it you’d have to master it, and the place is beyond even Zariel’s dominion. It doesn’t matter what nebulous period of time has passed since the Great Fray: the combatants on both sides are immortal, and there are plenty left in the Slough still trying to fight the dead battle. On the nominal side of the Nine Hells, units of single-minded merregons (see Monsters of the Multiverse) from the handfuls to the hundreds slog endlessly through the mire, cut off from anyorders after too many usurpations and reappointments up the chain of command. Beyond any hope of returning to the infernal hierarchy they attack just about anything on sight, including each other. Brutal, yet simultaneously pathetic and desperate, they scream codewords and countersigns as though hoping to hear some word of authority that they’re past the point of ever recognizing.     A number of infernal generals were lost to the Great Fray, and some are still in there. Fighting the infinitely shifting hosts of the abyss broke them one after another, leaving them unable to trust any external authority for fear of falling for a demonic trick. They maintain their camps and shrunken domains in the ruins of fallen fortifications and tell themselves that they continue the fight even as they raid one another or make sham alliances that they know will be broken in heartbeats.     Aside from the pathetic remnants of devil armies, the War-Slough has developed an ecology of sorts. There is always a meal to be had for an opportunistic scavenger. One-off mutated creations roam forlorn over its churned surface or slither through its trenches. Demons stalk and worry at the ineffable meat of fallen Fiends, growing fat and corrupt with demonic taint. There are tentacled things in the lakes of demon-ichor and vast corpse-worms that burrow through the slimy soil. For every hideous monster there is something worse still to prey upon it.

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