Mofiafwi is constructed on an alien mountain. Some rooms of it are cursed. The ruin is coming to life. It is occupied by Goblins. Collin Perron The Clinging, a Fire Giant is here. The Goblins have been charmed by Collin Perron The Clinging. He is trying to exploit Aelae Mahd.
Aelae Mahd has the form of a sharp blade. It smells like foliage. When worshipped it floats in the air.
The floor is flooded with four inch deep lukewarm water. The metallic walls are unsettled.
Blue mushrooms are decaying from the ceiling. The air smells like honeysuckle here. The brick walls are covered in mold.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in Goblins Script.
Oh my life is inhumane
yet extinct
spontaneous and main
fate is distinct
The floor is cluttered with rocks. Yellow ferns are sprouting in cracks in the floor. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will launch a poison dart. The air smells like cauliflower here.
There is an engraving on the wall written in Goblins Script.
I am lost in Mofiafwi.
Try cowering.
There are two Goblins, a Hobgoblin Warlord, a Hobgoblin Captain, a Hobgoblin, and here. The glass walls are covered in mold. The floor is glossy. White mushrooms are decaying from the ceiling. One of the Goblins is working a mechanism that can pour noxious gases from the ceiling.
There are a Goblin, a Hobgoblin Warlord, two Hobgoblin Captains, and here. The stone walls are covered in mold. Blue lichens are swaying from the walls. If the Goblins notice the Ruin Dogs, one of them will retreat and alert the others.
Gray ferns are decaying in broken urns. The air smells like nut here. There are two Hobgoblin Warlords here. The Goblins are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, Collin Perron will be magically alarmed.
There is an engraving on the wall written in Goblins Script.
Run away.
The air smells like apple here. The floor is smooth. Yellow razorgrass is growing from the walls. The metallic walls are covered in mold.
The floor is smooth.
The mirrored walls are pristine. There are six Goblins, a Hobgoblin, two Hobgoblin Captains, a Hobgoblin Warlord, here. The Goblins are willing to negotiate.
The stone walls are pristine. The air tastes like black tea here. Yellow ferns are decaying in cracks in the floor.
The air tastes like clary sage here. Green razorgrass is sprouting from the walls. The obsidion walls are bloodstained.