dementia

Feeling your mind suddenly grow cloudy, you feel inexplicably drawn towards Cariv.
A sparsely-furnished studio. (lost)
A tired old man sits here, carefully smoking his pipe. Omei's Divine Will permeates the area with its sheer presence of power. Honshini, the Game Master stands here, restlessly twiddling his thumbs. Here rests a silver mouthpiece. Smiling merrily at his surroundings, an elegantly clad man is here. A grim craft gnome stands here with a look of disdain. The silken brown and green skin of this Ironspine wyrm kite lies in a heap beneath its spikey head and toothy maw. Its tough shell glistening in any light, a rotund aramsa plods by. A young Caentoi merrymaker scurries about here, waving around a set of colorful streamers. Buried deep into the ocean floor, a gleaming stake capped with a quartz and brass mechanism has been planted here. Ethereal and sinister, an abyssal apparition floats here. The Parasol of Privacy has been left here, not doing much good while left unopened. Buzzing wildly as it hovers in place, a gigantic ice fly is near. A Mhun sentry keeps constant watch for invaders. An upright sandstone stele is here, its surface bearing deep inscriptions. A scruffy apprentice bends over his work, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. Snorting and pawing at the ground, a sullen war ram stands here. An obscene amalgum of three pale, bare chested women rests here, coiled upon the hindquarters of a hydralisk. A sturdy coral chest rests here. Garbed in the finery of the riverland clans of the Utari from the far south, this vendor cries out his wares to all that pass by. A pile of essence glows dimly upon the ground here. A villager stands about, wasting the day away. An apprentice stands here carefully studying a tome concerning the matters arcane. Hovering inches above the ground, the Winged Slippers of Xon rest delicately here. A spring of icy water feeds the pond from deep in its depths. A horse stands here, staring at you. Long-lashed eyes watching its surroundings with disinterest, a riding camel is here. A coil of blackened chains have been anchored to the rocky island ground here. The faun Nysos lingers near the storefronts, gesturing excitedly towards himself. Clad in chainmail and gripping a massive bardiche, the village chieftain, Lesiv, stands here. Sharp iron spikes stick out dangerously from this iron trough. Copper, the Rajamalan cub stands here. A luminous, cloudy oil pools in the water here. A plump black cherry is here. A large barak looks about intently here, tufts of smoke occasionally snorted out of its wide nostrils. A heavy block of stone rests nearby. Wreathed in an aura of sullen, surging air, Regent Ogba of Hashan stands here, straight-backed and proud. A short satyr scout cautiously scans the distance for trouble. An angel's ribcage sits upon the ground. A tiny box with red stripes has been discarded here. A perfectly round black stone is here, no dirt on its surface. A blue tanviyl sparkles here. A woodlands tracker is here. A small and bloody eye of a newt rolls around here on the ground. An enormous marsh ooze slops and squirms on the floor. A putter golf club lies here. A small pile of dung cools on the ground here. An obsidian heptagram sits here, black as the night. A clump of uprooted desert herbs lies discarded here. A black shark swims around frantic. A small pickaxe has been left here. The haft of a lance, painted with golden runes, rests here. His insistent desire to be helpful painfully obvious, a young Grook man scurries about here, getting in everyone's way. A goat treads confidently along the mountain slopes. Her watchful gaze unflinching, Atala, a Sentinel huntress stands here proudly. Kargug, the Dwarven blacksmith stands here, looking rather pale and paranoid. A shining silver ear lies here, its surface polished to a rich sheen. A tortoise pokes its head from beneath its amber shell. The priest Vritra stands nearby holding a large book. A spiny blowfish eyes its surroundings warily. Cleverly camouflaged under leaves and dirt, a pit has been dug here and filled with spikes. A sachet made in the Sinnetok fashion has been dropped here. Tarhiya Rheat is here, his heavy Xorani frame tethered and bound. Standing here looking AWESOME is Nikel A wicked-looking iron maiden is here. An old wrinkled man with twinkling eyes stands here. A Xorali man basks in the desert heat. A black marble pedestal has been knocked over, cracking the bowl that once rested upon it. A metal platform that shifts and sways precariously is here. A large catapult stands tall here, affixed on a wooden frame with wheels. A tall, sharp-billed secretary bird strides calmly past. An old kobold cook chops garden vegetables and throws them into a cookpot. Sitting atop a stool here next to the contraption, a wiry Praexi male gives a wide, tooth-studded grin to the revelers that mill about his stall. The Greyface, C.E.O., paces about the room, an aura of power and confidence emanating from him. Thumbing through a freshly bound tome, Oodyzep is here. A pair of black brief-style eelskin underwear has been left here. Dull brown and unappetizing, a pill lies on the ground. Captain Pericles of the Delosian Guard stands here, his face calm yet content. Lieutenant Xanfala rests on the edge of the bed here with a heavy blanket cast over his thin, sickly frame. Brimming full of blank letters, an uninteresting letter satchel has been left here. An elegant silver and obsidian vanity sits here. Its wings and delicate form wreathed in purple flames, a firemoth hovers here. Twitching and muttering, a wild-eyed Kelki man is here. Limbs visibly wobbling, a diminutive cragling stands here. A stout Helban sentry stands watch here, gripping her crossbow tightly as she keeps vigil. Sprouting in modest clusters are the shy growths of silvery bluets. A dour Kelki villager hurries about her business here. Shaped like a swirled mound, a piping hot meat bun sits here. A crew of 5 el'Jaziran saboteurs waits nearby. Emitting a sweet scent, a meditation candle burns here. A sturdy capstan dominates the center of the room. A fur-clad Troll woman is here, idly paring her fingernails. One hand on a walking stick, a rebellious rancher is sneering here. A mighty khaimara regards those around it with piercing ruby eyes. Twinkling and gleaming, a large pile of golden sovereigns rests on the ground. A quarterstaff of elder wood lies here, radiating a faint aura. Shifting grey mist tinged with green floats over the lake's surface. Here lies a black leather teddy. Kutlya stands here, wrapped in furs. Chiseled with runic symbols, an ancient pylon of weathered stone has been buried deep into the earth here and glows with restrained power. A simpering, foul Sycophant plods here. Despot Issril Etysul is here, scanning her surroundings with a harsh glare. A vicar of the sea solemnly stands here. Hefting a rusting iron cleaver, Helf'ga stands here, grinning with curled yellow teeth. Staked into the ground, a massive black banner is here. A plump orange sits on the ground here. Long forgotten, an Aetolian bicentennial pendant has been left here. Observing his surroundings with sinister eyes, an ophidian defender is here. Flitting about playfully is a small, winged tengu. Resting on delicate legs of carved ivory is an enchantingly petite music box. Looming silently from the shadows, a vampiric guard lurks here. Smiling mischieviously, Volandria the Nixie swims here. A vialkit made from leather and cloth has been abandoned on the ground here. A piece of corroded metal lies here, scorched and twisted into a shape unrecognizable from its original form. There are spots where acid seems to have eaten further into the metal and perhaps even what looks to be tooth marks. A ball of chitinous legs is here, rolling around madly. A bale of hay has been left here. An Ursal caravan guard stands here, rugged and alert. a black undershirt sits here like a shadow. A fisherman is here, pole in hand. The bone collector, Vandastk stands here looking for more bones. A handsome middle-aged man is sprawled on a bed here. Ears pricked forward, Aqurai is here, her golden eyes surveying the area with mild disinterest. A large circular wooden shield lies here. Amare Ari stands guard here, beady eyes surveying all in attendance, his rigid posture impeccable. Aciya stands here with a beaming smile on her face. A small leather sack has been left on the ground. A fearsome zogura pauses here, exhaling a jet of smoke through its nostrils. The Pixie prince slumps against the bars of his polished cage, expression vague and empty. A Djeirani tobacco merchant loiters here, smoking a clove cigarette. A set of bloodstained stilts lie abandoned here. Occasionally chanting some unintelligible verse, a Troll ritualist prays here. A small disc lies on the ground, glowing with Divine power. Daubed with brilliant paint, a feather lies upon the ground here. A small green blob of slime roams here, barely maintaining its form. Garlands of flowers wrap around the ropes of a simple swing hanging here. A small lump of chalk lies here. Preserved by some strong magic, a cryohydra looms here. A small pie, filled with chicken and cream, has been left here. Snowflakes falling from its form, a miniature ice elemental rests here. A piece of bayberry bark is lodged here. A long staff of burnt oak lies here. A series of ledges nearby offer access to several cliffside aeries. A silver candle dish lies here, holding an unlit white candle. A wide silver cabinet, its door flickering with a blue light, has been built inside the wall above the window. A jagged stone flaked with bits of silver rests here. With its tail poised to strike, a golden scorpion is here. A clump of hardened sap sticks to the treebark here. A square lantern is strung to a tree here, bathing its surroundings in dim, violet light. An exquisitely-cut emerald lies here, just waiting to be snatched. Hovering on jets of fire, an ancient, psychic, tandem war elephant is here. Armed with blackened trappings, a pale warhorse stands tall and silent guard. A Harpy warrior lounges about here with a pleased look on her face. A coil of blackened and marked chains have been firmly secured here. A tiny cockroach stands here quietly, a brown speck on the floor. A chain of wrought anaxagorite rests upon the ground here. Standing to one side is a simple pump made of bellows, gears, and tubes. A Selunic weaponbelt lies here vehemently resisting decay. A silver medallion has an embossed emblem which gleams dully. A dense red urucu seed has been dropped here. Reinhold, the Shallamese pastry chef is here, looking down his nose at you. A tribal totem has been left half-propped upon the ground here. A big, brutish Troll hulks about here to guard the hall, more muscle than man. Eyes half-closed, Draryn stares off into the distance in a meditative pose. Ratcatcher Boros looms in the dark here, his eyes roving the shadows for his loathsome quarry and nostrils flaring with their scent. Fitting well to his uniform, Commander Soidric stands here. Neatly folded, a sash of yellow, green and white has been left here. A shimmering lilac amethyst lies here, forgotten. A strip of leather risks getting soiled here. Clad in leather and furs, a powerful Troll worker labours here. A blackened, blighted branch lies on the ground here. A drum, formed of tightly stretched hide, resounds with the echoes of a beat long-past. A silver candle dish lies here, holding an unlit white candle. Her head slumped and the light dulled in her eyes, Nidana stands here. An aged firetender sleepily sits here. With long claws and a heavy stride, a mean dugger sits here growling in your direction. Tainting the waters around it, an electric eel makes its presence known here. A fat glass urn squats on the floor here, filled halfway with disgusting looking water. Its eyes glowing a brilliant white, a spiritual stallion pads the ground impatiently. A small, nondescript rock lies here. His over-sized form towering over his surrounds, an enraged servant is here, eyes burning with hatred. A lush raspberry lies temptingly here. Eyes darting shyly, a Kelki walks with fluid grace. Hands tucked into her robes, a Tarpen diplomat observes her surroundings here with a keen eye. His hands held behind his back, a scarred Xoran man stands here. Its golden surface unmarred by any crinkles, a royal paper crown sits idly upon the ground here. The 'Test Your Might' attraction sits here, inviting you to test yourself. The senior Preserver monitors the premises carefully. A striking horned helm, beset with jewels, has been discarded here. The golden and silver form of the Grand Temporis rotates slowly in its cycles. A midnight blue pillow rests here, displaying a beautiful embroidered mosaic. Jecilla scurries around, tending to her fractious flock of chickens. A knee-length black and golden tartan kilt has been left here. Bristling with locks and latches, a hoarder's vault lies here. An iridescent tizapez beats its translucent wings amid the foliage. A small glowing stone has been left here. A riding locust is here, cleaning its antennae between fearsome mandibles. Torrents of water twist and shift around the watery form of Aruna, an undine. The stench of stale liquor and vomit wafts off a shabby man glowering in the shadows. A phantom, surely of your imagination, towers above you. The warrior-priestess Klaana stands here. Haakon Blacktooth sits before his stall here, gnawing on the stem of his pipe as he closely inspects his produce. A skeleton wreathed in green flames stands here, motionless save for the drifting of the tatters it wears. A druid is here, eyeing you suspiciously. Bulbous eyes stare out from this grizzled looking Tarpen sailor here. Leaning against a long staff, the troll shaman is here. A lean Vierkathi handler stands watch here over his stock. Eocik, the Numerologist is here, his expression stern and his fists clenched at his sides. A tribal totem has been left half-propped upon the ground here. A small, glassy orb of cerulean blue rests on the ground here. A slender stick of incense is here, giving off a sweet and woodsy perfume. August, a Kelki stableboy, tends to his work nearby. A bloodroot leaf lies here. Contorted in an odd shape, a planar wedge has been left here. Chiseled with runic symbols, an ancient pylon of weathered stone has been buried deep into the earth here and glows with restrained power. Grand Duke Iannas Bahir'an is here, engrossed in a book. A set of brass knuckles has been dropped here. A red box shaped in the likeness of a heart lies here. Each of its many tiles painted with a different colour, a small puzzle cube is here. A vibrantly plumed phoenix is here, covered in vivid feathers. An emaciated skrell picks at a corpse here, its teeth worrying the yellowed bone with ravening hunger. Giovelli Rederan stands here, his attention seeming to drift between those present and the lobby as a whole. Insubstantial whispers tease at the edge of your hearing. An infant lies on the ground, attempting to crawl but failing miserably. Heavy arms crossed over his bare chest, Hasaan waits here. Beating slowly here is a fiery phoenix heart. A Glyph of the Eld'akathai radiates forth a pale light from the ground here, shimmering with every colour of the spectrum. Examining the surroundings with a perpetual sneer, a callous Praenomen vampire slouches here. An older man stands here with quiet dignity, surveying the vista with a proprietary pride. Heavy barricades of stone and wood have been constructed here. A lean Tsol'aa woodsman stands here. Overseeing the flour-making process, the Dwarven miller looks about anxiously. A muscular mountain lion prowls here, searching for prey. His shell glistening sharply, a massive argobole rolls about here. Its massive body coiled and resting atop of itself, a greater nalas is here. A slothful, regal basilisk lies here, basking sulkily. Sir Ta'lionu, Headmaster of the Academy is here, paging through the countless songbooks that are his specialty. A sly, Caentoi citizen stands here, with an alert gaze. A Harpy warrior lounges about here with a pleased look on her face. A band of 10 Nazedha enforcers is here, chains and armor gleaming. A green wooden waldgeist spirit lingers nearby, his wizened eyes gleaming with mirth. A metal cookie sheet is here, looking flat. Her large wings folded close to her back, Inesse gazes at her surroundings, her eyes blazing beneath her mane. An unctuous creepling entangles itself in the shadows. Kaanan, the Tsol'aa outcast stands here scowling. A multi-hued shimmering curtain fills the room here, blocking where the statue once stood. At the center of a deadened patch of earth, a Belladonian headdress sits, corrupting all around it. His beady eyes scanning the area, an Ursal hunter-gatherer is here. Clad in rattling strings of vertebrae and little else, a wiry Ursal man stands here. An embroidered sari of sheer blue chiffon lies here. Glancing about with trustful curiosity, Kithan, a young Xorani girl stands here. Expertly blending into her surroundings, Advance Scout Yaotl kneels here. A mercenary swathed in robes and furs lurks here. Gleaming wetly, a pulsating tendril of dark flesh protrudes from the left of the monstrosity. Barely seen amongst the shadows, a vibrating black eld thrums quietly here. There are 5 sphere crystals in a stack here. A small scoutship-shaped kite lies on the ground. In danger of harm, a lady's hand mirror lies on the ground. A marriage license lies here. Thumbing through a freshly bound tome, Oodyzep is here. Enclosed in white webs, a group of fiddleheads has taken root beside the stream. A blackberry cordial gives off a cold vapor from a pewter cup. Maggie, a stout goblin woman, runs a broom over the floor here. Lumpy and crude, a weeping bone mask lies here. Someone has left a wooden chalumeau here. A fresh recruit to the Resistance is here, eagerly fencing the air. A small scoutship-shaped kite lies on the ground. A noble griffin, wings white as snow, sits here calmly. A Xorali man basks in the desert heat. A stone disk lies forgotten on the ground. A strikingly beautiful rose, of the deepest blue, lies here. A bunch of rosemary is here. A dismembered eyeball is here. A woven kelp haversack lies here. A bronze trinket in the shape of a flower has been dropped here. The Wizardress Tenobob ponders over matters elemental and arcane. Several stones and rotted pieces of wood are all that remains of what must once have been a great structure. The imp alchemist is here, a crazed gleam in his eyes. A crudely fashioned axe has been discarded here. A stout Ursal citizen stands here solidly. A tiny box with red stripes has been discarded here. A towering, spindly machine of brass, bronze and steel occupies most of the northern wall. A warrior ophidian stands here, wary and watchful of your every move. Tusks sharpened and gaze keen, massive, a battle-scarred boar is here. A group of woodland warriors mills about here, comparing stories of battle. Aged and imposing, a Trollish priest in white robes stands aside. Half-concealed by virtue of its brown scales, a slender mud adder is here. A white lotus flower is here, its showy petals in full bloom. An upright sandstone stele is here, its surface bearing deep inscriptions. A cream-colored camisole lies here, forgotten. A halo of soft amber light surrounds the jagged citrine eld hovering here. A branch of eucalyptus leaves and blooms lies here. A veranda has been constructed here, providing welcome shade to those in need of it. An ornate jade vase stands here atop a silver pedestal. A division of 19 Duiranite skirmishers waits nearby. The light glints magnificently off a suit of full plate armour. A small oil lamp fills the area with light from where it sits on the ground. A snowy armadilleon rests here, its ivory shell glistening with ice and snow. A black mask lies carelessly discarded upon the ground. Standing twelve feet tall on its hind legs, this cave bear strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest adventurers. A tall Rajamalan carpenter is here, idly turning a piece of carved wood in his paws. A velvet corset of dark green lies here forgotten. His hands held behind his back, a scarred Xoran man stands here. A mushroom sigil has been dropped here. Lieutenant Thalid scans the surrounding area, on the lookout for potential threats. A pair of watery footprints can be seen on the polished granite. Looking quite at home on the ground, a moss agate stone is here. A wooden loom, carved of light pine, stands upright here. Solemn and scowling, the colony's witch doctor broods about here. A fiery-haired Atavian Sentinel paces around the cavern, wings flaring in impatience. A charred skeleton shambles about mindlessly. A badly chipped beaker lies here in surprisingly good shape. A raven the colour of night perches nearby and observes curiously with beady black eyes. An eagle's feather rests lightly on the ground. Please bug this if you see it! Lustfully sharpening a kriss on his teeth, Naggamantex stands hunched over here. Infused with the various elements, a small crook lies here, its lapis stones glinting darkly. A sleek antelope grazes nearby. Nosing daintily at the snow, a flighty brown-furred pikue is here. Ormag, a troll laborer eyes the portcullis here. A few lengthy, wooden blocks for construction have been left upon the ground. Hovering a bit above the ground, a colourful orb has been abandoned here. A vibrant teal jade lies here, forgotten. Wood rot has apparently weakened a tall ladder, but it still appears sturdy enough for use. A silly Kylan pumpkin sits upon the ground here, with a ghastly grin. An agitated, blue gremlin hops about here, tossing a small axe from hand to hand. A small chain-bound icon made of a dark metal has been forgotten here. Sensei Naxanon of the Ashura, looks at you expectantly. A spicy catfish fillet lies here. Tith, the Golban bartender is here, drying a glass with a white cloth. A well-dressed prisoner sits here calmly. A splinter of bone lies on the ground. Formed from quicksilver, the tiny form of the Slyph is here. A rusted vent is here, only the edges visible beneath a nearby statue. A spunky white tamarin balances in the branches here. Wielding a hammer half as large as he is, a massive Nazetu forger towers overhead. Its icy breath chilling the air, an icewyrm is here. A brilliant blue-green dragonfly hovers nearby. On the hunt for a meal, a stocky varrsul is here. Euris is here, tense with panic. Grawl Greyshank stands imposingly nearby, a warhammer leaned casually over his shoulder. A quivering rune of the asp lies abandoned here. A metal platform that shifts and sways precariously is here. There is a small stack of kola nuts here. Thrumming with a low hum, this hexagonal lodestone rests here. Shining with a deathly green light, a gem of eerie beauty lies here. Barely visible, a large gelatinous cube waits here. A white cloak has been dropped in a pile. An unusual, rune-engraved keystone. Ghofre leans heavily here, admiring the view. Scribbled and then quickly forgotten, a doodle lies here. A Tarpen beach comber walks this stretch of sand, looking for scrap metal. A tall, stern, scarred Grecht man stands here, armoured in steel and white enamel. A snowy armadilleon rests here, its ivory shell glistening with ice and snow. A globe of light is here hovering. The image of your most hideous cruelty rises here. Kovac Elistar looms over the map table, dreaming up battle plans. A bright green slimemold catches your eye. A gargantuan flail held between both hands, a Shadowbound Lieutenant stands here with a menacing gaze. Garbed in a purple tunic depicting his office, Teneric stands here keeping an eye on the day to day activities of Delos. A black stagecoach awaits passengers, drawn by four skeletal horses. A forbidding, skeletal figure fills the room with his presence. Utterly bristling with weapons, a warrior-caste minotaur stands here. A tiny compass needle goes almost unnoticed here. A village woman stands about, chattering the day away. Holding himself with an air of command, Speaker Iavon stands here, arms folded upon his chest. A chained hemagogue has been left here. A puddle of anaxagorite oozes out of the ground, bubbling and spurting violently. Dacian, Martial Master of the Infernals stands here, a blackened longsword in each mailed fist. A phenomenal chrysoberyl gem has been left here. Ever busy with the chores of the Pavilion, the physician's assistant is here. A lucent khakkhara staff of white flame has been abandoned here. Standing tall above the crowds, the statue of the great scholar Master Haridas Vraen commands attention here. A mushroom farmer lurks about in the dark, tending his crops. A small, mushroom-like essencecap has been discarded here. A pale Cabalist scholar stands here, nose buried in a book. Its surface covered entirely with etchings, a silver token is here. A large, twisted Scythe stands atop the pedestal. Infused with the various elements, a small crook lies here, its lapis stones glinting darkly. A Xorali sentry prowls here warily, spear at the ready. A large rotten tree stands near by, completely bare of any life. Discarded carelessly, a venantium dagger lies here. A tall slab of carved stone is planted firmly in the ground. Pansy Vapidia sits at her desk, sucking her teeth. A toxic can of bug spray is here, a black skull and cross-bones inscribed on its label. A lustrous peridot lies here, forgotten. Tall and powerful, Listar, the Blacksmith, is here pounding away at his forge. A small glass vial, filled with a clear liquid lies on the ground here. A short mustachioed detective peers about the area, detecting up a storm. A pair of black brief-style eelskin underwear has been left here. A Xorali woman meanders by, busy with a number of tasks. His hands held behind his back, a scarred Xoran man stands here. A bone mask lies here, wild eyes staring blindly upwards. An Arbothian woman rests from her gardening beneath the shade of an elm tree. A mhun clad in desert fox pelts goes about his business. Standing nearly twenty feet tall, Titan Amairgen stands here full of rage. A hateful shapeless spirit hovers here, constantly shifting in form. An Orc cook rushes about the kitchen here, attending to several dishes at once. A bubble filled with thick light blue smoke is tossed about by the air. Her eyes glittering with power, Viyay of the Conclave of Magic, stands here. A mummified corpse lies here on a slab of granite, its linen wrappings bound tightly. A miniature creature that resembles an extremely fluffy brownish-white bear with what looks to be a duck-bill can be seen hanging tightly from a tree branch as it observes the world through an unblinking feline gaze. The imp alchemist is here, a crazed gleam in his eyes. A chunk of hardened plant sap rests on the ground here. A silver resonance coil is here, protruding from a polished black box. Meaty head reared, a hoary bull tusker monitors its harem. Revolving slowly, this shimmering sphere emits tiny points of dancing light. A slender Grecht huntress is here, scanning the horizon. Pacing back and forth, a lava hound searches for something here. A large Mhun stands akimbo nearby, striking a posture of defiant strength. Wielding an oil lamp in one hand and a flaming torch in the other, a Mhun makes his way through the tunnels. Zeydd is here. He wields a tower shield in his left hand. Areka is here. She wields a resilient braced-handle warhammer in her hands. Wylliam is here, flexing his muscles in an impressive display of strength. He is riding on a giant, black-furred wolf. He wields a vicious dark brown dhurive in his hands. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale. An oppressive blanket of primal energy envelops the area, crackling with tension.
You see a single exit leading south.
You feel the temptation sapping your strength weakening.
You feel the seduction sapping your mental reserves weakening.