Cubdadaedaeum Duma is located in a poisoned city. Some rooms of it are frozen. The ruin is flooding. It is occupied by Dryads. Gus Marin The Greedy, a Fire Giant is here. The Dryads have been charmed by Gus Marin The Greedy. He is trying to hide Homh.
Homh looks like a cold doll. It smells like oats. It is a medium brown color. When gazed upon it grants psychic powers.
The floor is bloodstained. The air smells like chemicals here. The metallic walls are unsettled.
The floor is cluttered with shells.
There are eight Dryads here. The Dryads are celebrating.
There are an Allosaurus, a Revenant, an Octopus, and a Werebear here. The crystal walls are scratched. The floor is glossy.
The floor is smooth. There is a trap here. When activated, a tripwire will extend a spring loaded spear. The air smells like roasted chicken here. Gray razorgrass is growing from the ceiling.
The air tastes like dairy here. There are a Zombie, a Raven, a Sahuagin Baron, an Awakened Shrub, a Giant Shark, and a Griffon here. Red mushrooms are sprouting from the ceiling.
The brick walls are bloodstained. There are eight Dryads here. The Dryads are willing to fight to the death.
There is an engraving on a stone written in common.
Poor me! life is poor
heavy, abundant, light
it is always mature
the world is white
White moss is decaying in cracks in the floor. The concrete walls are scratched. The floor is glossy.
The floor is cluttered with shells. Blue moss is swaying in a patch on the floor. The crystal walls are ruined.
There is an engraving on a stone written in common.
Oh my! the memory of you is woe
musical, well, slow
yet whole
all is low
The stone walls are pristine. The floor is bloodstained. Yellow ferns are decaying from the ceiling.
The floor is cluttered with debris. The concrete walls are bloodstained. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will make the ceiling slowly lower. There are eight Dryads here. The Dryads are willing to fight to the death.
The air tastes like green bean here. There are eight Dryads here. The concrete walls are unsettled. One of the Dryads is working a mechanism that can pour a torrent of water from the ceiling.
There are eight Dryads here. Yellow moss is decaying from the ceiling. The air tastes like broccoli here. The floor is cluttered with shells. The Dryads are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, the Dryads will become more powerful.