The sky lights up as energy discharges from Thunderpole into the Ionosphere. Thunderpole roars and rumbles under the weight of it’s own magical discharge as rough-hewn natural metallic rods rise to pierce the night sky. The trail of colors fade into the outer darkness, leaving only your imagination to paint the rest. Mana is strong here, too strong for most, enough to crush mere mortals. Fire Giants, servants of the Demon Sog live here act as guards over Wazzo’s apprentice who is imprisoned in stasis at Thunder Pole stretched between two iron rods, it is a painful existence.