The Flawed Fluctuation is located in a cursed mountain. Some rooms of it are somewhat hot. The ruin is sinking into the earth. It is occupied by Githzerai. Chris Gerard The Interfering, a Fire Giant is here. The Githzerai are ruled by Chris Gerard The Interfering. He is founding a new religion.
Hebd looks like a cold prism. Fire incinerates away from it. When gazed upon it levitates surrounding objects.
The air tastes like lavender here. There is a Mind Flayer Arcanist here. Blue ferns are swaying in broken urns.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in Githzerai Script.
A drop is a barrier
ugly, aesthetic, unpleasant
surprised, exotic, presidential
A cushion is a joint
precise, smart, useful
ever open
A drop is a barrier
There are four Githzerai Monks here. Green lichens are decaying from the ceiling. The air tastes like roasted peanut here. The wooden walls are ruined. The Githzerai are willing to negotiate.
White lichens are growing from the ceiling. The obsidion walls are pristine. The air tastes like peanut here. The floor is flooded with eight inch deep cool water.
The air smells like bergamot here.
The floor is cluttered with broken glass. There are four Githzerai Monks here. The Githzerai are willing to negotiate.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.
Run away.
The floor is smooth. There are a Swarm of Bats, a Merrow, a Bearded Devil, a Scout, a Hawk, and a Veteran here.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.
Dear me! pitiful we
it is never free
yet never statistical
fate is free
Blue ferns are sprouting in a patch on the floor.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
I am hidden.
I could not try dying.
The metallic walls are caving in. There are a Kuo-Toa Whip and a Mind Flayer here. The air smells like lemongrass here. Red ferns are sprouting in broken urns. The floor is glossy.
The concrete walls are pristine. The floor is bloodstained.
There are four Githzerai Monks here. The Githzerai are celebrating.
The air tastes like carrot seed here. The floor is sticky.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
O! our fate is inhumane
always plain
unlike and distinct
sadness is vain