Duofaeib Iuoml is located under a giant plain. Regions of it are cursed. A windstorm is happening outside. It is occupied by Centaurs. Sterling Casper The Cowardly, an Assassin is here. The Centaurs are battling Sterling Casper The Cowardly. He is founding a new religion.
The Normal Shot looks like a glassy spear. When picked up it aids memory.
The air smells like anise here. There are four Centaurs here. If the Centaurs notice the Ruin Dogs, one of them will retreat and alert Sterling Casper.
The air smells like banana peel here. The floor is flooded with two inch deep lukewarm water. Red razorgrass is growing from the ceiling.
The floor is flooded with three inch deep cool water.
The air smells like chive here. There are four Centaurs here. Gray moss is sprouting in cracks in the floor. The Centaurs are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, the ruin dogs will be weakened.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in Centaurs Script.
You are corrupted
proper and annual
lazy and content
native, passionate, economic
standard and sufficient
colourful and unexpected
You are corrupted
The air smells like vegetables here. There are a Giant Vulture and a Blue Slaad here. The crystal walls are scratched. White lichens are growing from the ceiling.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
You are sorrowful
foolish and incredible
beautiful and due
There are four Centaurs here. The air tastes like old wood here. Yellow ferns are sprouting from the ceiling. One of the Centaurs is working a mechanism that can engulf the room in a fiery blaze.
The floor is cluttered with shells. There are four Centaurs here. The Centaurs are willing to negotiate.
The floor is smooth. There are a Cult Fanatic and a Vrock here. The air tastes like taco here. White moss is sprouting in a patch on the floor. The glass walls are unsettled. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will launch stone blocks from the ceiling.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in Centaurs Script.
O! meak fate
yet never late
it is never straight
sadness is straight
Gray lichens are sprouting in broken urns. The air tastes like spearmint here.
There is an engraving on the floor written in Centaurs Script.
Try swimming.
Gray mushrooms are growing in cracks in the floor. The wooden walls are ruined. The floor is sticky.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in Centaurs Script.
O meak fate
but late
busy, passive, last
life is lost
There are four Centaurs here. The air tastes like beef here. The floor is glossy. The Centaurs are willing to negotiate.