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.
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.
The air tastes like freshly cut hay here. The concrete walls are caving in.
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 air tastes like apple skin here. The obsidion walls are unsettled. The floor is cluttered with debris.
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.
Red mushrooms are sprouting in broken urns. The air smells like salmon here.
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.
Blue mushrooms are sprouting from the ceiling.
Yellow lichens are swaying in cracks in the floor. The air smells like almond here.
There is an engraving on the wall written in Sprites Script.
cultural, discreet, shallow
but rotten
enthusiastic, secure, neutral
intellectual and new
always equal
due and harsh
but never particular
yet military
shallow, offensive, able
new, hot, positive
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 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 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 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.
Red mushrooms are growing in cracks in the floor. The crystal walls are unsettled.