The Congruent Planes overlay our reality (the Mundane).

They are invisible to most but affect the world nonetheless.

Plane Weavers are those who have had a significant encounter with one of the Planes at some point in their lives, and have developed a connection to another Plane as a result.

Plane Weavers have the ability to draw their plane closer to the Mundane and warp reality towards its whims.

Plane Weavers of skill may travel into the Congruent Planes directly.

The plane of Conflict is a world in constant flux. The very landscape fights against itself.

Storms rage continually across the sky, whilst earthquakes sunder the land, destroying the old, and forging the new, in their mighty wake.

The magic of conflict is primarily connected to primal elements and forces and is violent in nature.

The denizens of Conflict are embodiments of hardships, strife and discord.

These denizens are at constant war with each other – and, when the opportunity arises – with the Mundane, as well.

Untouched by Erosion, these denizens are ageless and suffer only violent ends but those who die a death inflicted by a foe are merely born anew.

Near the city the plane is dominated by two factions - the Court of Strife, and the Court of Discord.

The plane of Perfection is made of burnished metal shining constantly with a dazzling light.

Visible from everywhere in the plane (and, perhaps, making up the Plane in its entirity) is a tower of gleaming metal stretching impossibly tall towards the heavens.

It is said that to climb this tower is to obtain ultimate enlightenment. But the higher you climb, the stranger the tower becomes. Few manage to ascend very far at all.

The denizens of Perfection believe unshakably in the pursuit of perfection, comprehension and the establishment of Order.

The plane of Connection is a shifting underground labyrinth of endless rooms - some as vast as cities, others as cramped as closets.

The plane is hewn from purple stone - strangely pliant and warm to the touch.

The labyrinth constantly rearranges itself, with one door rarely leading to the same place twice.

With practice, a skilled traveller can often find their way to where they wish provided they have a connection to where they are going.

Connection is populated by the personifications of emotions and concepts that come from those who travel its bounds.

The plane of Erosion is a ruined land, swallowed by vast black ocean sinking deeper than anyone has ever gone towards an abyss.

Those who have travelled Erosion describe the ocean as frigidly cold, sapping warmth and vitality from all it touches.

The shallows of this Ocean look much like a decrepit version of the mundane plane. As one descends even these remnants begin to crumble away.

The denizens vary from pitiful wraiths - desperate to the warmth of the living - to benthic leviathans whom few have glimpsed and lived.

When people sleep they touch the plane of Dreams.

Most people do not remember their dreams and cannot guide where they go here.

There is considerable debate about whether the plane of Dreams is 'real' in the same way that a Congruent Plane is real.