The Political Energy

Overview

The Political Energy is located on a volcanic mountain. Parts of it are inaccessible. The ruin is flooding. It is occupied by Thri-Kreens. Ouida Lott The Cruel, an Orc War Chief is here. The Thri-Kreens are battling Ouida Lott The Cruel. She is founding a new religion.

Artifact

The Fashionable Exit

The Fashionable Exit has the form of a mushy figurine. Water slips away from it. It is a bright orange color. When touched it floats above the ground.

Locations

the random labyrinth

The brick walls are pristine. The air tastes like dry durian here. The floor is glossy. White mushrooms are decaying in cracks in the floor.

the experimental foyer

The floor is cluttered with shells. The air smells like peanut butter here. There are an Allosaurus, a Kuo-Toa, an Axe Beak, a Hobgoblin, a Giant Hyena, and a Gibbering Mouther here.

the surprising entrance hall

There are a Warhorse, a Grick, and a Succubus here. The concrete walls are covered in mold. Green mushrooms are growing in a patch on the floor.

the deadly entrance hall

The stone walls are scratched. The air tastes like elderflower here.

the cool spire

The air tastes like geranium here. The floor is cluttered with shells.

the productive labyrinth

White moss is sprouting in cracks in the floor. There are five Thri-Kreens here. The floor is flooded with two inch deep scalding water. The brick walls are bloodstained. The Thri-Kreens are caring for babies.

There is an engraving on the floor written in common.

I am lost in The Political Energy.

Try giving up.

the tidy pool

There are five Thri-Kreens here. The floor is cluttered with broken glass. Blue lichens are swaying from the ceiling. The wooden walls are scratched. The Thri-Kreens are performing a ritual. If not interrupted, the Thri-Kreens will become more powerful.

the public crypt

The air tastes like hay here. The obsidion walls are pristine. The floor is bloodstained.

the proportional latrine

White ferns are swaying in cracks in the floor.

the colourful laboratory

The floor is glossy. White moss is swaying from the ceiling.

There is an engraving on the floor written in Thri-Kreens Script.

A cake is a democracy

always aloof

crude, great, qualified

ever dry

the handy foundry

There are five Thri-Kreens here. Green mushrooms are sprouting from the ceiling. The air tastes like yeast here. The concrete walls are ruined. One of the Thri-Kreens is pointing a ballista at the entrance.

There is an engraving on a monolith written in Thri-Kreens Script.

O meak fate

clean and persistent

ever late

fate is distant