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A Hive Tunnel [N, E]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
A Hive Tunnel [E, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A faint glow emanates from within the bulbs along the wall, shimmering
off of the resin-coated walls and floor. The darkened hue of the natural
stone of the tunnel can be seen beneath the goo that coats it, the
multi-colored veins that splay themselves across the walls giving it a
vague hexagonal shape.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the supple, krath-tressed lass:
"Isis?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask grits his teeth behind his mask, watching about his kneeling position.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
You dissolve the psychic link.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"You busy?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, D]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"I'm at the eastern gate now, tending to the wounded."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Not prollem. Do good. What attacked?"
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Unsure as of yet."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"I can ask small hep?"
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Sure, I have a head ache though, need to withdraw."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"I need say things in way. You member. If I no come back, you tell Kernel sir. Okay?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, D]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
You stand up.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask steels himself, forcing out a slow breath.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, U]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
To the north is a High, Sloping Cavern.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
A massive, winged insect towers above the ground, leathered wings outstretched.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
To the south is a Hive Tunnel.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.
Up above is a Hive Tunnel.
[Near]
Nothing.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask rushes forward.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
A massive, winged insect towers above the ground, leathered wings outstretched.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
You can't maintain your contact...
A golden, winged kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You inflict a grievous wound on a golden, winged kryl's claw with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A golden, winged kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's arm with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl reels from the blow.
You drop a finely-polished baobab crate, which falls to the rocky ground. Shown to the room as:
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's thorax with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl cries out in pain.
A golden, winged kryl crumples to the ground.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl is here, fighting you.
A hulking, bloated kryl is here, fighting you.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's arm with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl reels from the blow.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask lays about him, hacking madly.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's thorax with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl crumples to the ground.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl lies on the ground stunned, unable to move.
A hulking, bloated kryl is here, surrounded by a fine mist.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
You feel very sick as a hulking, bloated kryl surrounds you with a dark, malign aura.
The supple, krath-tressed lass sends you a telepathic message:
"Yes."
A hulking, bloated kryl's attack on you is absorbed by a dusty finely-engraved, silt-horror cuirass.
The supple, krath-tressed lass sends you a telepathic message:
"Where are you?"
You slam into a hulking, bloated kryl and knock her on her back.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You do unspeakable damage to a hulking, bloated kryl's thorax with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl reels from the blow.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask throws overhand blow, after blow, one after another.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl lies on the ground stunned, unable to move.
A hulking, bloated kryl is sitting here, bleeding profusely.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
Your kick at a hulking, bloated kryl bounces off her tough skin.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask hews and leaps, every muscle taut.
You do unspeakable damage to a hulking, bloated kryl's thorax with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl cries out in pain.
A hulking, bloated kryl crumples to the ground.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask quickly gathers his things and runs.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You pick up a finely-polished baobab crate.
It is no problem, and about half full.
You feel burning poison in your blood, and suffer.
You pick up the body of a hulking, bloated kryl.
It is no problem, and empty.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"*concern* ... what are you up to Brot?"
You contact the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Running."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Way as can on way out."
Your encumbrance is very heavy.
You are:
Private of the Utep Sun Clan, jobs:
Relationship to the land is neutral.
You are currently speaking sirihish with a northern accent.
You are affected by:
Poison
Your mood is neutral.
You are standing.
Your mind is in contact with the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman.
You are refusing saves on: arrest.
You are not being merciful.
You aren't watching anything in particular.
A Hive Tunnel [S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"You knowing east mountain?"
A Hive Tunnel [E, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 107/166 mv 189/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Thin, spidery veins criss-cross themselves across the ridges along the
walls, creating swirls of complex, multi-colored spirals. A pungent and
somewhat dusky odor permeates the tunnels, embedding itself in the slime
covering the walls and floors.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You suffer from use of the Way.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Growing along the tunnel walls in rings, numerous bulbous outgrowths pulse
sporadically casting a wavering glow of light across the corridor. Rivulets
of water streak themselves down the tunnel walls and gather in thick, dark
puddles along the ground.
A Hive Tunnel [E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [N, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The tunnel walls narrow a bit as they bend westwards, the numerous pores
lining the resin that coats the wall visible in the soft glow of the tunnel.
Splashes of webbing arch themselves across the roof of the tunnel, the pale
strands fading into shadow.
A Hive Tunnel [E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The ridges that line the walls emit a faint glow that illuminates the
tunnel, causing the droplets of moisture that cling to the walls and
ceiling to glisten brightly. Swirls of black and crimson merge and meld
with various shades of gray to create chilling and somewhat unnatural
patterns along the tunnel walls.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Yes, Cit went there and got in a lot of trouble last time. Lost his inix and chest and Krath knows what."
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 87/166 mv 194/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 83/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The tunnel continues to weave and circle into darkness. Numerous strands
of webbing reach out across the corridor and form a semi-transparent curtain
in areas. Various bones of numerous creatures have been discarded along the
sides of the tunnel.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 79/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Forming two pillars in the center of the tunnel, two massive spikes
protrude from the ceiling and curve downwards, their tips dyed a solid
black. Swirls of crimson stripes have been painted along the walls in
no identifiable pattern. The tunnel continues on to the south.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 75/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick, sticky resin that glistens with
moisture deposits that have accumulated on it in small puddles.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 71/166 mv 198/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [E, U]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A faint glow emanates from within the bulbs along the wall, shimmering
off of the resin-coated walls and floor. The darkened hue of the natural
stone of the tunnel can be seen beneath the goo that coats it, the
multi-colored veins that splay themselves across the walls giving it a
vague hexagonal shape.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Over east mountain, is way down. Loooong way. Bottom is crater."
You sit down.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask forces slow breath, muffling the sound with his mask and hand.
You are carrying:
a finely-polished baobab crate
the body of a hulking, bloated kryl
an irrig lamp-topped staff
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"*warily* ...yes. And... you're going there to...?"
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"East side of crater is krylbug tunnel."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Coming out now. Listen good!"
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
A Hive Tunnel [E, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A faint glow emanates from within the bulbs along the wall, shimmering
off of the resin-coated walls and floor. The darkened hue of the natural
stone of the tunnel can be seen beneath the goo that coats it, the
multi-colored veins that splay themselves across the walls giving it a
vague hexagonal shape.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the supple, krath-tressed lass:
"Isis?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask grits his teeth behind his mask, watching about his kneeling position.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick and sticky resin that glistens
with moisture deposits that have accumulated along its surface in small
puddles.
You dissolve the psychic link.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"You busy?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, D]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"I'm at the eastern gate now, tending to the wounded."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Not prollem. Do good. What attacked?"
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Unsure as of yet."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"I can ask small hep?"
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Sure, I have a head ache though, need to withdraw."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"I need say things in way. You member. If I no come back, you tell Kernel sir. Okay?"
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, D]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
You stand up.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask steels himself, forcing out a slow breath.
A Hive Tunnel [N, S, U]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
To the north is a High, Sloping Cavern.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
A massive, winged insect towers above the ground, leathered wings outstretched.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
To the south is a Hive Tunnel.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.
Up above is a Hive Tunnel.
[Near]
Nothing.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask rushes forward.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
A massive, winged insect towers above the ground, leathered wings outstretched.
A cream-shelled, winged insect lashes its tail about behind it.
You can't maintain your contact...
A golden, winged kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You inflict a grievous wound on a golden, winged kryl's claw with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A golden, winged kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's arm with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl reels from the blow.
You drop a finely-polished baobab crate, which falls to the rocky ground. Shown to the room as:
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's thorax with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl cries out in pain.
A golden, winged kryl crumples to the ground.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl is here, fighting you.
A hulking, bloated kryl is here, fighting you.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's arm with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl reels from the blow.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask lays about him, hacking madly.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
You do unspeakable damage to a golden, winged kryl's thorax with your chop.
A golden, winged kryl crumples to the ground.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A fine mist condenses near a hulking, bloated kryl as she begins a spell.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl lies on the ground stunned, unable to move.
A hulking, bloated kryl is here, surrounded by a fine mist.
A hulking, bloated kryl utters an incantation.
You feel very sick as a hulking, bloated kryl surrounds you with a dark, malign aura.
The supple, krath-tressed lass sends you a telepathic message:
"Yes."
A hulking, bloated kryl's attack on you is absorbed by a dusty finely-engraved, silt-horror cuirass.
The supple, krath-tressed lass sends you a telepathic message:
"Where are you?"
You slam into a hulking, bloated kryl and knock her on her back.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You do unspeakable damage to a hulking, bloated kryl's thorax with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl reels from the blow.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask throws overhand blow, after blow, one after another.
A High, Sloping Cavern [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Towering columns of stone spiral upwards, strands of webbing wrapped
around them giving them a vague, muscled appearance. A large, oval
depression lies in the center of the cavern, the floor there thick with a
glossy, irridescent slime.
The body of a golden, winged kryl lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
A crate of finely polished baobab wood rests here.
A golden, winged kryl lies on the ground stunned, unable to move.
A hulking, bloated kryl is sitting here, bleeding profusely.
A hulking, bloated kryl pinches at you, but you dodge out of the way.
Your kick at a hulking, bloated kryl bounces off her tough skin.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask hews and leaps, every muscle taut.
You do unspeakable damage to a hulking, bloated kryl's thorax with your chop.
A hulking, bloated kryl cries out in pain.
A hulking, bloated kryl crumples to the ground.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask quickly gathers his things and runs.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You pick up a finely-polished baobab crate.
It is no problem, and about half full.
You feel burning poison in your blood, and suffer.
You pick up the body of a hulking, bloated kryl.
It is no problem, and empty.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"*concern* ... what are you up to Brot?"
You contact the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Running."
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Way as can on way out."
Your encumbrance is very heavy.
You are:
Private of the Utep Sun Clan, jobs:
Relationship to the land is neutral.
You are currently speaking sirihish with a northern accent.
You are affected by:
Poison
Your mood is neutral.
You are standing.
Your mind is in contact with the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman.
You are refusing saves on: arrest.
You are not being merciful.
You aren't watching anything in particular.
A Hive Tunnel [S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Slick, fleshy ridges line the sides of the tunnel, their surfaces covered
with a glistening and somewhat sticky film. A damp, fetid breeze wafts in
from somewhere further down the tunnel and continues out into the crater
proper. The floor is covered with numerous bones and other rotted remains
of various, unidentifiable creatures.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"You knowing east mountain?"
A Hive Tunnel [E, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 107/166 mv 189/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Thin, spidery veins criss-cross themselves across the ridges along the
walls, creating swirls of complex, multi-colored spirals. A pungent and
somewhat dusky odor permeates the tunnels, embedding itself in the slime
covering the walls and floors.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
You suffer from use of the Way.
A Hive Tunnel [N, E, S, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Growing along the tunnel walls in rings, numerous bulbous outgrowths pulse
sporadically casting a wavering glow of light across the corridor. Rivulets
of water streak themselves down the tunnel walls and gather in thick, dark
puddles along the ground.
A Hive Tunnel [E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A series of ridges rise up off of the tunnel walls and ceiling, creating
a ribbed look along the length of the corridor. Collecting in small rivulets
along the numerous niches along the walls, water droplets reflect the soft
pallid glow that fills the network of tunnels.
A Hive Tunnel [N, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The tunnel walls narrow a bit as they bend westwards, the numerous pores
lining the resin that coats the wall visible in the soft glow of the tunnel.
Splashes of webbing arch themselves across the roof of the tunnel, the pale
strands fading into shadow.
A Hive Tunnel [E, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The ridges that line the walls emit a faint glow that illuminates the
tunnel, causing the droplets of moisture that cling to the walls and
ceiling to glisten brightly. Swirls of black and crimson merge and meld
with various shades of gray to create chilling and somewhat unnatural
patterns along the tunnel walls.
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Yes, Cit went there and got in a lot of trouble last time. Lost his inix and chest and Krath knows what."
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 87/166 mv 194/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The sound of dripping water, intermingled with soft clicks and chitters,
ghosts its way through the network of tunnels leaving no clue as to its
origin. Small rodents can be seen scurrying out of sight, ducking into
the shadowed recesses of the corridor.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 83/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The tunnel continues to weave and circle into darkness. Numerous strands
of webbing reach out across the corridor and form a semi-transparent curtain
in areas. Various bones of numerous creatures have been discarded along the
sides of the tunnel.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 79/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, S]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
Forming two pillars in the center of the tunnel, two massive spikes
protrude from the ceiling and curve downwards, their tips dyed a solid
black. Swirls of crimson stripes have been painted along the walls in
no identifiable pattern. The tunnel continues on to the south.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 75/166 mv 197/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [N, W]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
The air is sickly sweet, carrying on it a warm and pungent odor. The
floor of the tunnel is coated with a thick, sticky resin that glistens with
moisture deposits that have accumulated on it in small puddles.
218/220 hp 0/-16 mana 71/166 mv 198/200 stun armed>A Hive Tunnel [E, U]
The walls of the tunnel are smooth and glossy, the slate gray of the
stone barely visible beneath a darker, semi-translucent film that covers
the walls and ceiling. Smooth ridges line the sides of the tunnel, the
numerous bulbous appendages attached to them pulsating rhythmically while
a moist breeze blows across them, carrying on it a faint and almost
imperceptable melody of clicks and whirs from deeper within the tunnels.
A faint glow emanates from within the bulbs along the wall, shimmering
off of the resin-coated walls and floor. The darkened hue of the natural
stone of the tunnel can be seen beneath the goo that coats it, the
multi-colored veins that splay themselves across the walls giving it a
vague hexagonal shape.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Over east mountain, is way down. Loooong way. Bottom is crater."
You sit down.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The male wearing a dusty etched, midnight-black mask forces slow breath, muffling the sound with his mask and hand.
You are carrying:
a finely-polished baobab crate
the body of a hulking, bloated kryl
an irrig lamp-topped staff
The pallid, wavy-maned elven woman sends you a telepathic message:
"*warily* ...yes. And... you're going there to...?"
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"East side of crater is krylbug tunnel."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the pallid, wavy-maned elven woman:
"Coming out now. Listen good!"
