Emehwiid is constructed on a haunted tree. Some rooms of it are incredibly cold. A blizzard is happening outside. It is occupied by Drows. Fermin Gaston The Pessimistic, a Githyanki Warrior is here. The Drows worship Fermin Gaston The Pessimistic. He is founding a new religion.
The Mobile Discovery looks like a wet figurine. Light shifts near it. When cradled it aids memory.
The air tastes like tarragon here. The wooden walls are caving in.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
I could not try jumping.
The metallic walls are bloodstained.
There are a Wight and a Quadrone here. The glass walls are scratched. The air smells like ginseng here.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
Dear me! sad god
but never odd
yet musical
all is odd
The obsidion walls are bloodstained. The floor is glossy. Green moss is sprouting in broken urns.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
You are joyful
but necessary
angry and occupational
municipal and different
ever inevitable
We are maddened
qualified, constitutional, dependent
incapable and implicit
bad, rational, blind
ever strategic
you are loved
The air tastes like sawdust here. The brick walls are pristine. There are twelve Drows here. One of the Drows is pointing a ballista at the entrance.
The floor is flooded with two inch deep scalding water. The air tastes like wormwood here. The glass walls are scratched.