The Rotten Module is located in a crystal rift. Some rooms of it are cursed. A massive storm is happening outside. It is occupied by Demons. Beula Betancourt The Secretive, a Cloud Giant is here. The Demons have been charmed by Beula Betancourt The Secretive. She is founding a new religion.
The Artificial Sin has the form of a cold cube. It smells like dill. Gravity slides around it. It is a sickly red color. When rubbed it burns the mind.
There is a trap here. When activated, a magical proximity detector will launch a poison needle. The concrete walls are caving in. The air tastes like corn here. The floor is bloodstained.
There is an engraving on the floor written in common.
A blade is a battery
always parallel
able, ultimate, healthy
you shall be frozen
Gray moss is sprouting in a patch on the floor. The mirrored walls are caving in. There is a Young Gold Dragon here.
The wooden walls are caving in. Red moss is sprouting in a patch on the floor.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
I am hiding in The Rotten Module.
Dig here.
There are a Githzerai Zerth, a Young Silver Dragon, and a Yuan-Ti Malison here. Blue razorgrass is decaying in broken urns. The air smells like vanilla here.
The air tastes like garlic here.
There are an Imp and two Cambions here. Blue ferns are growing in cracks in the floor. The Demons are defending this room from intruders.
There are a Warhorse, an Umber Hulk, a Young Green Dragon, a Bearded Devil, and a Pixie here. Green mushrooms are decaying in a patch on the floor.
There are a Troglodyte, a Pteranodon, a Giant Spider, a Swarm of Insects, a Swarm of Quippers, a Deer, a Giant Owl, a Minotaur Skeleton, a Githzerai Monk, a Specter, an Awakened Shrub, a Poltergeist, two Lemures, and here. Gray moss is swaying in broken urns.
The wooden walls are ruined. Red razorgrass is decaying in a patch on the floor.
The floor is sticky. Gray lichens are swaying in cracks in the floor.
The metallic walls are scratched. The floor is cluttered with debris.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.
I could not try hiding.
Red moss is swaying in a patch on the floor. The air tastes like shrimp here. The stone walls are caving in.