Like the other planes, The Plane of Fire was a massive cone of earth and rock. It floated through the void like a ship in a foggy sea. Beldur was roughly circular save for the Void Scar, the bottomless chasm that dominated the eastern half of the plane. It neatly divided the northern quarter from the eastern. At its widest, the plane was just shy of five hundred miles across. The purple black of the void extended endlessly at the edges of the plane.
Prince Andin passed through a handful of southern townships as he headed northerly towards the end of the Void Scar. His work would start in earnest beyond the chasm. When needed the prince would stop to melt snow for his reservoir. His only comfort was the small brewing set he had brought with him. He cherished his coffee.