Borders: Fire Air  The plane of smoke is as intangible as it
sound. There is no permanence nor form to anything. Rather, it
is engulfed in an ever changing dance. Forms swirl in the heated
air and disperse just as quickly. While the plane of smoke seems
nearly void of anything excluding the wisps of black thick air
that blow endlessly about, it is a place of divine inspiration
and new beginnings. Dreams are often conveyed to the mortal
realm through smoke, offering inspiration and acting as a muse
to those attuned to such things. However the visions offered by
the realm of smoke are fickle, and cause great mischief and
confusion as often as they inspire and guide. All things offer
up their inherent properties through smoke. Plants release their
medicinal and hallucinogenic powers. Minerals release into the
skies only to return to the earth with the falling rain. Smoke
conceals and communicates. The formless intelligences that
inhabit the plane of smoke are fickle and greatly enjoy
observing the affairs of the