Becmaemafwi Dmuohmd is located in a crystal plain. Some rooms of Becmaemafwi Dmuohmd are flooded. A solar eclipse is happening outside. It is occupied by Sprites. Jordan Yoder The Obstinate, a Kuo-Toa Monitor is here. The Sprites are battling Jordan Yoder The Obstinate. He is trying to recover The Emotional Expertise.
The Emotional Expertise is a powerful artifact in the shape of an opaque amulet. It is a shifting pink color. When cradled it sings the hymn of the damned.
The air smells like freshly cut hay here. There are a Quasit, a Cockatrice, a Poltergeist, and a Minotaur Skeleton here. The brick walls are ruined. Yellow moss is decaying from the ceiling.
There is an engraving on the floor written in Sprites Script.
All of us are maddened
unlawful, cautious, impossible
All of us are maddened
The mirrored walls are ruined. The air smells like grilling here.
The floor is smooth. White moss is decaying in a patch on the floor.
Red mushrooms are decaying in a patch on the floor. The air smells like soup here. The crystal walls are scratched. The floor is glossy.
There are sixteen Sprites here. The Sprites are willing to negotiate.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.
Try swimming.
There are sixteen Sprites here. Red mushrooms are growing in cracks in the floor. One of the Sprites is on watch, the rest are fighting amongst themselves.
There is an engraving on a stone written in Sprites Script.
I discovered this place.
Dig here.
There is a trap here. When activated, a tripwire will launch a javelin. Gray razorgrass is swaying in broken urns. The wooden walls are pristine. There are a Warhorse, a Yeti, and a Copper Dragon Wyrmling here. The floor is sticky.
The air tastes like storax here. The mirrored walls are pristine. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will launch a hail of needles. There are sixteen Sprites here. The Sprites are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, the ruin dogs will be weakened.
There is a trap here. When activated, a magical rune will open a trapdoor in the floor. The air tastes like sap here.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
You are frozen
fashionable and limited
lost, busy, vertical
yet educational
ever marine
White ferns are sprouting in broken urns. The floor is smooth. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical sound detector will launch a ceiling pendulum.
White moss is sprouting in a patch on the floor. There are sixteen Sprites here. The air smells like freesia here. The obsidion walls are pristine. One of the Sprites is working a mechanism that can engulf the room in a fiery blaze.
There is an engraving on the floor written in common.
Maybe try hiding.
The air tastes like ginseng here.
There are sixteen Sprites here. The air tastes like paint here. The stone walls are scratched. One of the Sprites is on watch, the rest are celebrating.
The brick walls are scratched. The floor is cluttered with rocks. The air tastes like lemon peel here. Yellow ferns are growing from the walls.