The Joint Tear


The Joint Tear is constructed on a cursed tree. Some areas of it are flooded. The ruin is burning. It is occupied by Dryads. Ed Wolfe The Big-Headed, a Hobgoblin Warlord is here. The Dryads worship Ed Wolfe The Big-Headed. He is founding a new religion.


The Accessible Pan

The Accessible Pan looks like a wet prism. It is a shifting brown color. Cacophony slips around it. When eaten it levitates those nearby.


the irrelevant office

The floor is flooded with three inch deep scalding water.

the slow cave

The obsidion walls are pristine. There are a Killer Whale and a Xorn here.

There is an engraving on the ceiling written in Dryads Script.

Oh meak soul

enthusiastic and whole

but assertive

death is whole

the loud garden

The air smells like geranium here. There are a Duodrone, a Mammoth, a Mimic, and a Rust Monster here.

the colourful tube

The floor is glossy. There are a Ghast, a Ghoul, a Shadow, a Blood Hawk, a Chasme, a Lemure, a Phase Spider, a Needle Blight, and a Bat here.

the flawed studio

The floor is cluttered with ashes. There are a Bulette and a Griffon here. The concrete walls are bloodstained.

the temporary dormitory

There are a Pony, a Gnoll, a Night Hag, a Tridrone, and a Quadrone here. Blue ferns are sprouting in broken urns. The glass walls are pristine. There is a trap here. When activated, a tripwire will swing a tripping chain.

the complete throne room

Yellow moss is growing from the walls. The brick walls are pristine. The air smells like cantaloupe here. The floor is cluttered with rocks.

the accessible privy

The floor is bloodstained.

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

Dear me! sorry fate

it is always late

excited and basic

the world is late

the pleasant tunnel

Yellow ferns are decaying in a patch on the floor. The floor is bloodstained.

There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.

They are cursed

separate, different, elegant

but never pure

the moral cave

The floor is sticky. The stone walls are caving in. There are seven Dryads here. The Dryads are fighting amongst themselves.

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

Oh life is poor

but never cultural

it is never premature

fate is agricultural

the fragrant jail

The obsidion walls are covered in mold. Blue moss is sprouting in cracks in the floor. There are a Myconid Sprout, a Swarm of Insects, a Drow Mage, and a Priest here.