No point in banning it, since nobody actually cares.
Unlike Celest, who STILL has a statue tuned against that one clan Verithrax had that he was using to spy on people, that nobody actually belongs to anymore

Between membranes and bubbles.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Dripping with viscous fluids, a boil rises up from the fleshy ground here.
You see exits leading northeast and west.
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Beneath gaseous sacs.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A large gaseous sac protrudes down from the ceiling here. Swirling ominously within a swathe of blackness, a diseased parasite slithers here. Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver is here, shrouded. She wields a platinum shield with Urlach's horn in her left hand and a damning symbol of domination in her right. Sohei Revan n'Kylbar, the Subtle Touch is here, shrouded. He wields a long black chain with steel scythes with both hands.
You can see no further.
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You centre yourself and find inner calm, sharpening your reflexes to a deadly, predatory intensity that screams to be used.
6994h, 5943m, 6151e, 0p elrk<>-
Sweeping an intricately adorned klangaxe through the air overhead, Desitrus sends it whooshing towards Nariah's left leg. With an elegant stroke, Desitrus strikes her left leg, knocking her to the ground.
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Tears flow freely from your eyes as Fain appoints you to Acolyte of Conflict.

Woo!

Yes, your rump kissing skills are FAR superior to my own. I work my rump off, offering, donating, and such, and yet, you walk around with your lips planted on someone's tookus and get promoted.

You're from Magnagora and you havne't figured out that hard work gets you nowhere and rump-kissing gets you everywhere? Pay Attention!!

You're from Magnagora and you havne't figured out that hard work gets you nowhere and rump-kissing gets you everywhere? Pay Attention!!

Father Veyda d'Illici says, "Aye."

Father Veyda d'Illici says, "Though honestly..."

Father Veyda d'Illici laughingly says, "Infiltrating Elostian's order?"

A wry smile spreads across your face.

You say, "I find it quite interesting."

You shake your head.

Mock horror on his face, Father Veyda d'Illici says, "Oh no! They're investigating the mating habits of oozes! We must inform Lord Fain at once!"

You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.

Veyda looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You sigh contentedly.

You say, "You've made my day, Veyda."

The corners of Veyda's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

I happen to be responsible for starting the investigation of oozes, I'll have you know.

Yes, your rump kissing skills are FAR superior to my own. I work my rump off, offering, donating, and such, and yet, you walk around with your lips planted on someone's tookus and get promoted.