Empy's plane: An erie place where he rules surpreme in his huge, dark steel palace, covered in razor-sharp spines and spikes and piercing the ever present layer of thick dark thunder clouds. The palace is surrounded by a never ending grey-black desert of barren rock, crisscrossed by deep ravines and fast lava-flows. Nothing grows there. Inside the palace, the corridors and rooms form labyrinths of polished metal. Some of the rooms contain vast shelves filled with books, others seem to open up into vast immaculate landscapes until you touch something and realizes that it's all holographic projections. Yet some rooms contain vast banks of computer components while others are vast mechanical workshops filled with machines and tools of all sizes and purpose. Above and below, there are rooms containing everything from small towns to huge industrial facilities, all void of inhabitants. Upon reaching the spire, there are vast marble balconies in all directions paned in with huge windows, looking out over the thick clouds miles below and overlooking the even higher peak of the palace, containing Him and His private chambers in unimaginable luxury.
