Iiaaemh

Overview

Iiaaemh is located under a giant rift. Some rooms of Iiaaemh are flooded. The ruin is larger on the inside than the outside. It is occupied by Sprites. Roy Harwell The Bossy, a Drow Priestess of Lolth is here. The Sprites are the soldiers of Roy Harwell The Bossy. He is trying to destroy The Loose Light.

Artifact

The Loose Light

The Loose Light looks like a broken figurine. It is a bright green color. It smells like freesia. When eaten it becomes a shielding force.

Locations

the holy portico

The air tastes like freshly cut hay here. The concrete walls are caving in.

the lucky cistern

White lichens are growing in broken urns. The floor is bloodstained. The concrete walls are caving in. There are twenty eight Sprites here. The Sprites are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, the Sprites will become more powerful.

the serious cavern

The air tastes like apple skin here. The obsidion walls are unsettled. The floor is cluttered with debris.

the minimum room

White lichens are growing from the ceiling. There are twenty eight Sprites here. The floor is cluttered with rocks. The obsidion walls are caving in. The Sprites are willing to negotiate.

the voluntary greenhouse

Red mushrooms are sprouting in broken urns. The air smells like salmon here.

the tidy ossuary

The floor is smooth. There are twenty eight Sprites here. Red mushrooms are swaying from the ceiling. One of the Sprites is working a mechanism that can launch acid at the Ruin Dogs.

the miserable spire

Blue mushrooms are sprouting from the ceiling.

the hard guard post

Yellow lichens are swaying in cracks in the floor. The air smells like almond here.

the vulnerable library

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

The Loose Light

cultural, discreet, shallow

but rotten

enthusiastic, secure, neutral

intellectual and new

always equal

due and harsh

The Loose Light

but never particular

yet military

shallow, offensive, able

new, hot, positive

the ordinary labyrinth

The air smells like wax here. There are twenty eight Sprites here. The floor is bloodstained. The Sprites are willing to negotiate.

There is an engraving on a stone written in Sprites Script.

Dear me! my fate is sadistic

it is never artistic

inner and continental

nothing is experimental

the conventional privy

The air tastes like rose tea here. The glass walls are scratched.

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

A trap ahead.

the fresh summoning room

The crystal walls are pristine. There are twenty eight Sprites here. The air smells like strawberry here. The Sprites are defending this room from intruders.

the limited depository

The air smells like magnolia here. There are twenty eight Sprites here. The floor is flooded with nine inch deep scalding water. The obsidion walls are caving in. The Sprites are sleeping.

the minimum sitting Room

Red mushrooms are growing in cracks in the floor. The crystal walls are unsettled.