Dfoid Aemiacd is located under a broken mountain. Parts of it are cursed. A windstorm is happening outside. It is occupied by Kobolds. Rod Knutson The Stupid, a Myconid Sovereign is here. The Kobolds have been charmed by Rod Knutson The Stupid. He is trying to research The Blonde Herd.
The Blonde Herd looks like a glassy doll. Cacophony bends from it. When cradled it become energized with a powerful vibration.
The floor is cluttered with shells. The obsidion walls are covered in mold. Green moss is decaying from the ceiling. The air tastes like dill here.
There is an engraving on a stone written in common.
I am fleeing Dfoid Aemiacd.
Leave now.
The mirrored walls are caving in. The floor is sticky. The air smells like peppermint here. There are an Ankheg and a Blood Hawk here.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in Kobolds Script.
Dear me! death is inhumane
enthusiastic and main
always profound
sadness is sound
The air smells like cloth here. The floor is flooded with nine inch deep hot water.
The obsidion walls are unsettled. The floor is glossy.
There are eight Winged Kobolds and a Kobold here. The air smells like naphthyl here. One of the Kobolds is on watch, the rest are fighting amongst themselves.
White moss is growing from the walls. The air tastes like lime here.
The floor is sticky. The brick walls are ruined. There are two Blink Dogs, a Dust Mephit, a Shrieker, a Pixie, two Twig Blights, a Cultist, an Octopus, a Piercer, here.
The air tastes like raspberry here. The floor is bloodstained.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
Poor me! sorry you
incongruous, bold, new
but homosexual
everything is new