Ruin Dogs

Coidaegaecedaeum Idefd

Overview

Coidaegaecedaeum Idefd is constructed on an obsidion plain. Some areas of Coidaegaecedaeum Idefd are flooded. A massive flood is happening outside. It is occupied by Humans. Jonathan Joyner The Stubborn, a Gnoll Fang of Yeenoghu is here. The Humans are the minions of Jonathan Joyner The Stubborn. He is trying to hide The Short Pensioner.

Artifact

The Short Pensioner

The Short Pensioner looks like a transparent figurine. It is a medium black color. It smells like sesame. When picked up it curses all nearby.

Locations

the ample sunroom

Yellow mushrooms are sprouting in broken urns. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical rune will fire a net. The floor is sticky. The brick walls are ruined.

The Short Pensioner is here.
To the west a hazy threshold opens to the random kennel.
To the east a small gap connects to the minimum prison.
To the south is the entrance.

the minimum prison

The floor is bloodstained. The air tastes like cedarwood here. There are a Wight and a Mimic here. The glass walls are ruined.

To the west a small gap leads to the ample sunroom.
To the east a long gap connects to the outside latrine.
To the north a narrow artery connects to the minimum sitting Room.
To the south a torchlit gap connects to the invisible vestibule.

the minimum sitting Room

The floor is smooth. The air smells like unripe banana here. The crystal walls are unsettled. There are a Knight and a Druid here. Blue mushrooms are sprouting in cracks in the floor. One of the Humans is on watch, the rest are sleeping.

There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.

They are envious

artistic, discreet, offensive

marine and interactive

An eye is a land

physical and bold

They are dying

full and federal

To the north a windy artery connects to the rotten turret.
To the south a narrow artery opens to the minimum prison.

the invisible vestibule

The air tastes like carrot seed here. The wooden walls are caving in. There is a Couatl here.

Jonathan Joyner The Stubborn is here.
To the east a dark cave connects to the cheap stables.
To the north a torchlit gap opens to the minimum prison.
To the south a long passageway leads to the original tunnel.

the outside latrine

The floor is sticky. The air smells like avocado here. The stone walls are unsettled.

There is a worm here.
To the west a long gap connects to the minimum prison.
To the north a long gap opens to the concrete office.

the cheap stables

The air smells like apple skin here. Green mushrooms are growing in broken urns. The floor is bloodstained.

To the west a dark cave leads to the invisible vestibule.

the original tunnel

The stone walls are covered in mold. The floor is cluttered with bones.

To the north a long passageway opens to the invisible vestibule.

the concrete office

The concrete walls are ruined. The floor is sticky. The air tastes like cauliflower here.

To the north a torchlit opening leads to the proper nursery.
To the south a long gap opens to the outside latrine.

the proper nursery

The floor is bloodstained.

To the south a torchlit opening connects to the concrete office.

the rotten turret

The air tastes like cranberry here. The floor is glossy. There is a Gnoll Fang of Yeenoghu here. Yellow lichens are growing in a patch on the floor.

There is an engraving on the wall written in Humans Script.

O! cruel soul

easy, wrong, whole

it is never mobile

nothing is noble

To the north a torchlit artery connects to the informal gallery.
To the south a windy artery opens to the minimum sitting Room.

the informal gallery

The mirrored walls are scratched. The air smells like ripe banana here. The floor is smooth.

There is a chainmail here.
To the west a dark walkway opens to the small hallway.
To the south a torchlit artery opens to the rotten turret.

the small hallway

The floor is sticky. There are an Aarakocra, two Crocodiles, a Harpy, a Phase Spider, a Steam Mephit, an Octopus, and here.

There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.

O dire you

it is never critical

ever true

death is political

To the east a dark walkway connects to the informal gallery.
To the south a narrow cavern connects to the familiar dressing room.

the familiar dressing room

The air smells like oatmeal here. The floor is cluttered with bones. There are a Cultist, a Knight, a Bandit Captain, and an Acolyte here. One of the Humans is on watch, the rest are celebrating.

There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.

A street is a frequency

inevitable and active

A street is a frequency

There is a shoe here.
To the north a narrow cavern connects to the small hallway.

the random kennel

The floor is flooded with one inch deep cool water. The metallic walls are pristine.

There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.

A whip is a feedback

but plain

ugly and explicit

A whip is a feedback

There is a diamond here.
There is a whistle here.
To the east a hazy threshold opens to the ample sunroom.