(The Clan): Hajamin says, "I was wondering if Mag decided to try Celest's
method of influencing. Apparently you did."

(The Clan): Hajamin says, "You know, were everyone runs around not knowing what to do, and the mages say screw you guys, I'ma leavin."

I was on Leo the other day and found this

An ear has been sliced off of some unfortunate victim. The cut has been made
cleanly and with precision, though copious amounts of blood has stained the ear
a blotchy crimson.
It has 2 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Some Organization.

2876h, 3380m, 2708e, 10p elrxk-

Key #28866 unlocks the door(s) between:
  "North of the roots" and "The Shadow Court"

I'm very proud of myself.

Oh even from the other end it's funny

Guildmaster: Etanru (Queen of the Night)

Under a dark root.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The first impression of this area is the thick smoke that obscures everything. This underground room consists of hollowed-out dirt walls, the soil packed back until there is a circle barely five feet across to stand in. The walls of the chamber are supported by great columns, looking like the wrinkled fingers or legs of a giant. On closer inspection the forks in these structures and the occasional tubers mark these wooden structures to be the roots of a great tree, which must still exist some distance above on the surface. Indeed, the various roots move upwards to meet at a giant root that forms the ceiling of the chamber. On the floor an area of dirt has been burrowed into to create a fire pit, in which a small fire lies. One of the tree-roots branches downwards into the centre of the chamber above the fire, and has been blackened and tarred by the fire-smoke. Dressed in liquid shadows, Rowena Nightshade stands here regally poised. Suspended from the large black root hangs a large black cauldron. A dull iron broadsword of simple, efficient make lies here waiting for a solider to take it up. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. An obsidian eye sigil is here. Spirit of the Shadows, Lyth Drakonis, Queen’s Consort is here. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand. You see exits north and east.
Yrael quickly changes back into Undead master viscanti form.
A geyser of locusts bursts up from the ground underneath Yrael's feet, scouring his flesh.
Yrael, the Shade says, "Greetings."
Yrael, the Shade says, "A proposition."
Putrid green fumes rise up out of the ground and wrap around Yrael, solidifying nto wet sticky tendrils.
Spirit of the Shadows, Lyth Drakonis, Queen's Consort says, "Oh?"
Aurella tilts her head curiously at Yrael.
A swarm of giant locusts bubble up from the ground and swarm over Yrael, their jaws clamping down on his flesh.
Yrael, the Shade says to you, "Follow me, please?"
Yrael mutters and clenches his fists which begin to glow. The glow spreads across his body and burns away the bonds that tie him.
A geyser of locusts bursts up from the ground underneath Yrael's feet, scouring his flesh.
A barghest lifts his massive head and lefts forth a blood curdling howl that pierces through the air.
Yrael shuts his eyes for several moments, then opens them and reveals glowing orbs of static energy rolling in his eyesockets.
A swarm of giant locusts bubble up from the ground and swarm over Yrael, their jaws clamping down on his flesh.
You ask Yrael, "Why?"
Yrael, the Shade says, "..oh, Nil, this isn't the pool of stars."
Yrael twitches spasmodically.
A geyser of locusts bursts up from the ground underneath Yrael's feet, scouring his flesh.
Yrael leaves to the north.
Yrael tells you, "Not a f- word on how I got Under the Ravenwood confused with the Pool of Stars."
You tell Yrael, the Shade, "... no."

Spirit of the Shadows, Lyth Drakonis, Queen's Consort