Holy shit. The old bat finally croaked. And what's more... she left you a demiplane?? Seems like dying before she got around to writing you out of the will (burnt to a crisp by hellfire, according to her lawyer's letter) is the one good thing your demon-worshipping sorceress whore mother ever did.

The demiplane's loyalty has transferred to you, whom it recognizes as her only living offspring. (The others were just conceived by tentacle demons and slain soon after birth as sacrifices, and you try to avoid thinking of them as your brothers and sisters. Or really thinking of them at all, since she made you watch the whole process once when you were a kid.)

You're not quite clear *how* she got a demiplane in the first place, but you guess it was a gift from one of her demon lovers. Maybe she jilted him and that's why she got roasted. But anyway, it's yours now, and you already know what you're going to do with it: start a gay wizard ethnostate - no femoids allowed! But first you have to get there and clean it up, and you just KNOW it's decorated hideously and full of creepy sorceress stuff. Whatever that might be.

Closing your eyes, you envision the sigil from the letter, burning before you with a gentle violet light. After a moment, you feel something shift, and opening your eyes, you find yourself standing in...

>a surprisingly homey cottage with a grassy meadow outside the window, a blue sky, and a warm summer breeze wafting through, smelling faintly of honeysuckle
>the turret of a castle on a windswept cliff overlooking a dark and storm-tossed ocean late at night, with an ominous light shining far below the waves
>a cage full of torture implements, skeletons, magical reagents, and... sex toys?? hanging from the ceiling of a humongous cavern, overlooking a lake of fire and brimstone
>a small, barren island of rock with a few shrubs and not much else, floating weightless in an endless sky illuminated by a huge but dim orange sun
>something else (write in)