Hewiaf

Overview

Hewiaf is constructed on a spikey plain. Some areas of it are unbearably hot. The ruin is larger on the inside than the outside. It is occupied by Thri-Kreens. Antonio Mackie The Belligerent, a Bandit Captain is here. The Thri-Kreens are the slaves of Antonio Mackie The Belligerent. He is trying to recover The Superior Trouble.

Artifact

The Superior Trouble

The Superior Trouble has the form of a transparent cube. Gravity incinerates towards it. When held it burns the mind.

Locations

the independent temple

There are two Thri-Kreens here. The air tastes like juniper here. The Thri-Kreens are willing to negotiate.

There is an engraving on the wall written in common.

I am lost in Hewiaf.

Do not try dying.

the transparent keep

The air smells like cooked onion here. The stone walls are ruined. Blue moss is decaying from the ceiling.

the old panopticon

Green ferns are sprouting from the ceiling. There are two Thri-Kreens here. One of the Thri-Kreens is pointing a ballista at the entrance.

the plain rampart

Blue ferns are sprouting in cracks in the floor.

There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.

I am young.

the complex coliseum

The floor is flooded with five inch deep lukewarm water.

the basic sepulcher

The floor is smooth.

the vocational propylaeum

The mirrored walls are unsettled. There are two Thri-Kreens here. The Thri-Kreens are willing to negotiate.

the unpleasant cistern

The floor is flooded with one inch deep scalding water. The metallic walls are bloodstained.

the happy pool

The air smells like green peas here.

There is an engraving on a stone written in Thri-Kreens Script.

Leave now.

the good antechamber

There is a Swarm of Poisonous Snakes here.

There is an engraving on the wall written in Thri-Kreens Script.

I want to find The Superior Trouble.

the reliable temple

Yellow ferns are growing in broken urns. There are two Thri-Kreens here. If the Thri-Kreens notice the Ruin Dogs, one of them will retreat and alert Antonio Mackie.

There is an engraving on a stone written in common.

Dear me! life is inhumane

but never plain

ever thin

fate is vain