Gfaccha is located in a haunted mountain. Some rooms of it are cursed. The ruin is collapsing slowly. It is occupied by Sprites. Darrel Heflin The Sarcastic, a Mind Flayer is here. The Sprites are the slaves of Darrel Heflin The Sarcastic. He is trying to use The Content Survivor.


The Content Survivor

The Content Survivor has the form of a smooth blade. Fire incinerates near it. When touched it sings the hymn of the damned.


the incongruous cloakroom

The floor is bloodstained. The mirrored walls are pristine. The air tastes like wasabi here. There are a Stirge, a Nightmare, and a Young Remorhaz here. Green razorgrass is swaying in cracks in the floor.

the amber crematorium

Yellow ferns are sprouting in broken urns. The air tastes like milk here. There are a Displacer Beast, a Nothic, an Elk, a Blood Hawk, and a Berserker here.

the restricted stairwell

The floor is bloodstained.

the continental garden

The air smells like medicine here. There are a Vampire Spawn and a Gelatinous Cube here. The floor is glossy.

the realistic workshop

The floor is cluttered with shells. The glass walls are unsettled. There are a Kuo-Toa Archpriest, a Kuo-Toa, a Baboon, and a Swarm of Poisonous Snakes here. The air smells like lettuce here.

the important foyer

Gray lichens are decaying in a patch on the floor. There are a Galeb Duhr and a Worg here. The air tastes like green onion here.

the uncomfortable study

The air tastes like mushroom here. There are twenty eight Sprites here. Yellow razorgrass is growing in cracks in the floor. The obsidion walls are ruined. If the Sprites notice the Ruin Dogs, one of them will retreat and alert the others.

There is an engraving on the ceiling written in Sprites Script.

Oh my fate is poor

it is always secure

yet never secure

cruelty is obscure

the mobile stables

The stone walls are unsettled. Gray ferns are sprouting in cracks in the floor. The air tastes like marjoram here.

There is an engraving on the wall written in Sprites Script.

The Content Survivor

always bold

A book is a mosaic

educational, historical, racial

the peaceful sunroom

The floor is smooth. The air smells like truffle here. Red razorgrass is decaying in broken urns.

There is an engraving on the wall written in common.

O life is poor

ever secure

yet never thirsty

all is secure