Efdaeid is constructed on a ruined city. Some rooms of it are cursed. The ruin is sinking into the earth. It is occupied by Gnolls. Edgar Jamison The Compulsive, a Cloud Giant is here. The Gnolls are ruled by Edgar Jamison The Compulsive. He is trying to research Udcacdaeum.
Udcacdaeum has the form of an opaque crystal. Cacophony slips around it. When held it levitates surrounding objects.
The obsidion walls are bloodstained. There are two Gnoll Fangs of Yeenoghu, three Gnolls, a Gnoll Pack Lord, here. The air tastes like peanut butter here. The Gnolls are fighting amongst themselves.
The air tastes like plastic here. Blue ferns are swaying in a patch on the floor. The mirrored walls are pristine. There are a Swarm of Ravens, a Blue Dragon Wyrmling, a Duergar, a Troll, a Young Copper Dragon, and a Constrictor Snake here.
The air smells like spice here. The glass walls are caving in. The floor is sticky. There are a Banshee and a Nycaloth here.
The floor is glossy.
There are two Gnolls and five Gnoll Pack Lords here. The floor is smooth. The Gnolls are willing to negotiate.
The air tastes like grease here. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will fire an acid arrow. There are three Gnoll Fangs of Yeenoghu here. The brick walls are scratched. The Gnolls are willing to negotiate.
The crystal walls are caving in. There are a Medusa and a Blue Slaad here. The air tastes like ambergris here. The floor is cluttered with broken glass.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.
Dear me! meak fate
ever late
offensive and poor
nothing is mature
Red moss is growing in a patch on the floor.
The glass walls are ruined. White moss is sprouting from the ceiling. There are three Gnoll Fangs of Yeenoghu and two Gnolls here. The air smells like burnt sugar here. There is a trap here. When activated, a tripwire will launch a hail of needles. The Gnolls are caring for babies.
The floor is bloodstained. The crystal walls are pristine. There are a Gnoll Fang of Yeenoghu, a Gnoll, three Gnoll Pack Lords, here. The Gnolls are feasting.
The crystal walls are unsettled.
The air smells like fir needle here. There is a Yochlol here. Red mushrooms are growing from the walls. The floor is sticky. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical sound detector will launch a javelin.
There is an engraving on the floor written in Gnolls Script.
All of us are hidden
open and international
ample, eager, conservative
you are not hidden