Macc is located on a haunted tree. Some areas of it are cursed. A battle between raiders is happening outside. It is occupied by Thri-Kreens. Graham Vanmeter The Machiavellian, a Fire Giant is here. The Thri-Kreens are the slaves of Graham Vanmeter The Machiavellian. He is trying to find Iaddhabamd.
Iaddhabamd looks like a sharp sphere. It is a sickly green color. When smelled it emits dust.
There are ten Thri-Kreens here. The air tastes like patchouli here. The stone walls are pristine. The Thri-Kreens are feasting.
The metallic walls are scratched. The floor is glossy. The air smells like wintergreen here.
There is a trap here. When activated, a magical rune will make the ceiling slowly lower. The floor is smooth. The obsidion walls are caving in.
The floor is flooded with three inch deep cold water. Green moss is swaying from the ceiling. The obsidion walls are caving in. There are ten Thri-Kreens here. The Thri-Kreens are meditating.
Green lichens are swaying from the walls. The metallic walls are scratched. There are ten Thri-Kreens here. The Thri-Kreens are willing to negotiate.
Gray ferns are decaying in cracks in the floor. There are a Chuul, an Unicorn, and a Mage here.
The floor is sticky. The air smells like deertongue here. The mirrored walls are unsettled. There are ten Thri-Kreens here. One of the Thri-Kreens is on watch, the rest are celebrating.
There are ten Thri-Kreens here. The air smells like musk here. If the Thri-Kreens notice the Ruin Dogs, one of them will retreat and alert the others.
The mirrored walls are ruined. The air tastes like blueberry here. There are an Axe Beak, a Blue Slaad, and a Bone Naga here.
The mirrored walls are pristine. The air tastes like raisin here. The floor is smooth. There are ten Thri-Kreens here. The Thri-Kreens are berserk with rage.
There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will swing a tripping chain. The air tastes like cooked onion here. There are a Badger, a Fire Giant, and a Young Remorhaz here. The floor is bloodstained.
The air tastes like the fresh outdoors here. Blue ferns are decaying in broken urns. The obsidion walls are covered in mold.
The floor is flooded with six inch deep cold water.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
O! weak soul
always marine
aggressive and whole
hope is clean
The metallic walls are unsettled. Gray razorgrass is swaying in broken urns. The air smells like lily here. The floor is glossy.