The Unfair Concert is located on a flooded rift. Some rooms of it are frozen. The ruin is sinking into the earth. It is occupied by Giants. Leann Jeffery The Unreliable, a Mind Flayer Arcanist is here. The Giants are the soldiers of Leann Jeffery The Unreliable. She is founding a new religion.
Iaaedmaf is a powerful artifact in the shape of a glassy amulet. Light glows from it. It is a dark gray color. When thrown it destroys itself.
The floor is bloodstained. Red lichens are growing in a patch on the floor.
Gray moss is decaying in broken urns. There are a Hydra and a Barlgura here.
Blue ferns are swaying from the ceiling.
The floor is sticky. The brick walls are bloodstained.
The brick walls are caving in. The floor is flooded with eight inch deep lukewarm water.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in common.
Maybe try digging.
The floor is smooth. The air smells like corn chip here. Green ferns are growing in broken urns. The stone walls are bloodstained.
There is an engraving on the ceiling written in common.
Oh pitiful we
but never free
immune and obscure
sadness is pure
Green razorgrass is sprouting from the walls.
There is an engraving on the wall written in common.
I am lost.
Dig here.
The obsidion walls are scratched. There are a Minotaur, an Elephant, and a Chasme here. There is a trap here. When activated, a pressure plate will launch a poison needle.
Blue moss is decaying from the walls. The brick walls are bloodstained. There are a Hill Giant and a Frost Giant here. The Giants are willing to negotiate.
The obsidion walls are unsettled. The air tastes like foliage here.
The air smells like raspberry here. There is a Frost Giant here. The glass walls are unsettled. The floor is glossy. One of the Frost Giant is on watch, the rest are caring for babies.
There is a Frost Giant here. The brick walls are ruined. One of the Frost Giant is on watch, the rest are fighting amongst themselves.
There is an engraving on a stone written in Giants Script.
O! the world is sadistic
usual, native, artistic
it is always parental
fate is experimental
There are two Stone Giants here. There is a trap here. When activated, a magical sound detector will fire a scything blade. The air tastes like almond here. Yellow lichens are swaying in broken urns. The Giants are celebrating.