When exploring the Diamond Pantheon, Thrash will take the form of a giant bearded clay golem, but with all the grace of a god.
My realm here is a city-size throne of rock on which I can sit and think and plan. Meanwhile, my entourage and visitors scurry about in man-size tunnels burrowed into the throne itself like a settlement cut into a mountain. The insides are lit with rocklight and torchlight. Winding labyrinths fill the earth under the throne, and fingers of earth stake out space as fringes along the Frozen Ocean.
I keep an embankment around a particular gulf of frozen water, from which I can scry on my corporeal body in the Material Plane.