The Classical Pension


The Classical Pension is located under an obsidion city. Regions of it are corrupted. The ruin is burning. It is occupied by Quaggoths. Rosario Pilcher The Harsh, a Cloud Giant is here. The Quaggoths are ruled by Rosario Pilcher The Harsh. He is trying to understand Iiaaemh.



Iiaaemh has the form of a smooth cube. It smells like plastic. When worn it turns surrounding objects to ashes.


the glorious closet

The crystal walls are caving in.

There is an engraving on a monolith written in Quaggoths Script.

I am sneaky.

Do not try jumping.

the realistic larder

The floor is bloodstained. There are a Winter Wolf, a Drow, a Magma Mephit, a Quasit, a Basilisk, and an Elephant here.

There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.

I could not try fighting.

the clean sitting Room

The mirrored walls are scratched. The air smells like ozone here. There are three Quaggoth Thonots and a Quaggoth here. The Quaggoths are willing to fight to the death.

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

O! the world is woe

ever unaware

wild, civic, slow

hope is aware

the seasonal vault

The stone walls are scratched. Red razorgrass is sprouting from the ceiling.

the accessible training hall

Yellow lichens are sprouting from the walls. The air tastes like peppermint here.

the presidential training hall

White razorgrass is swaying in cracks in the floor. The air smells like passion fruit here. There are a Medusa, a Stone Golem, a Copper Dragon Wyrmling, and an Ettercap here.

the stable privy

The concrete walls are covered in mold.

the reliable music hall

The obsidion walls are pristine. Red ferns are sprouting from the ceiling. The air smells like paint here.

the wild hideaway

Green ferns are sprouting in cracks in the floor.

the vulnerable foyer

The air smells like raw potato here. Red razorgrass is growing from the walls. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical sound detector will launch a fireball.

the large infirmary

The mirrored walls are caving in. The air tastes like prune here.

the happy minaret

The floor is flooded with seven inch deep scalding water. White lichens are growing from the walls.