Bwuahahaha. You say Celest is corrupted? Our corruption kept Ryboi enemied

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The bottom of the crater is a sticky mess, littered with waste and bones. The smell of decaying flesh fills the air, which itself is almost tangible and putrid. The centre of the area is covered in slime that stains everything it touches with a coat of the dark substance. Togmork Treesplitter is here, hewing wood with a great axe. Tenebrous shadows swarm the willowy figure of Rhianna Shee-Slaugh, concealing her beneath their protective grasp. Fiik zi'Prouep paces about in a circle, her hands tightly clasped behind her back. A crystalline eye floats eerily in the air atop the dais, suffused with power. A dwarf sentry stands at attention, his eyes searching for strangers. Almost invisible, a pale pooka huddles on the ground here. Towering high above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. Surrounded by a glowing aura of power, a pure white fawn springs about happily. Veritus n'Rotri stands here with a slight hunch. A beautiful sylph hovers here on gossamer wings. The Lady of the Rip Tide stands here, flowing with ethereal waters and surrounded by a nimbus of power. Garbed in a cloak of darkness, Yrea, Keeper of the Blood Falls wallows here in a crimson mist. Jerry Wainwright sits on a stool, braiding hemp into rope. A platinum suit of loboshigaru fullplate lies here. Frobellon, the Celestial Groom, shades his eyes as he stares off into the sky above. Twelve feet in length, a gigantic maggot squirms and wallows in a pool of its own filth. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. Fearion is standing here, partially concealed by the shadows. Tasseled pillows are here. Mandibles chittering continuously, King Sethototep stands here with a regal poise. Tall and lanky, Alandu Windwhisper hovers here with a hopeful smile. Surrounded in silvery emanations, Yworo, the Waxing Crescent, stands here, surveying her surroundings with regality. Delatini Pufftail busily thrashes a sheaf of wheat here. Brow furrowed over his single eye, a krokani overseer watches over the area. Stunningly beautiful, Lord Baalran y'Bolgari acutely studies you intensely. Constantly alert, a large buck is here. An elfen lady is here, holding a woven basket. Causing frost to form around it, a frozen wand lies on the ground here. A strangely shifting sand dune stands here. Looking in a mirror, Billa, a pretty tae'dae cub, brushes her lustrous brown fur. A tall, lanky hyfae surveys his surroundings contemplatively. A huge, broken stump lies in the centre of the clearing. A black cape lined with red silk lies here. The camp chef, Zh-ih wanders through the room looking for ingredients. King Bolete stands here, surveying his land. Flaming yellow eyes mark a spawn of the horde that growls and paces here. A sleek pocketbelt is on the ground. Armoured in plates of crystal, a custodian of peace silently observes the streets of Hallifax. A wand of moonstone has been left here. Muttering quietly to herself, Wise Lamella is here, hunched over a bubbling cauldron. Gazing at a crystal display, Aik'iin Arthar'rt contemplates the mathematical figures which flash across it. A honey-glazed donut shaped like a golden torc is here. A plain deck has been tossed on the ground. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A rattlesnake hides in the undergrowth. A soft cotton cord dyed a verdant green leads to a miniature music box set aside here. Smiling joyfully, Gleam Silverpockets dances around here to an unheard jig. Nursing the oozing sore on his ankle, Aruba Tleem crouches here. Pulsing with a pale green light, the Jade Sphere of Temporal Existence glistens here upon an opaque gemstone dais. A gummy lies on the ground here. Hanging in the air several feet above the ground, a floating spix is here. A diminutive parrot with rainbow plumage perches here. Naggle, the furrikin locksmith is here, bent over the worktop. Standing calmly, a kephera attendant awaits summons to tasks. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Almost perfectly still, a starfish is here. Wielding a massive axe wreathed in flames, a dwarven flame warrior stands vigil here. His form suffused with soft light, the Keeper of the Pool of Stars stands here attentively. Herbert Clarramore lounges idly here, humming a jaunty song. An unhealthy toad sits here, covered in mud. The undead dwarf, Gludda Aldel, works methodically at the forge. A claymore of golden steel with a platinum sun crest has been abandoned here. A fink guard peers about himself suspiciously. A large carnivorous plant blooms here. A plinth is here. Greataxe at his side, Caradawc Nechtan stands here patiently, eyeing his surroundings suspiciously. Wind whipping through his wings, Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix is here, face upturned to the chill breeze. A cabinet is here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. Tempting anyone to open its blood-red cover, the Ledger of Howling Pain lies here. Bruno, a tubby tae'dae cub, sits on the floor, munching on some berries. Filling the air with a sweet scent, the Untarnished Wreath of Nature lies on the ground here. Heading towards some destination, a trill servant garbed in magnolia clothes is here, a bag of magnolia gemstones hefted over his shoulder. A set of prayer bead lies here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A skeleton stands upright here, rattling its bones. A wooden tub is here. Barbed tail poised high above its arachnid body, a large spidion lurks low to the ground. A tawdry shawl has been discarded here. A baby allisaur stalks here, gnashing its diminutive fangs. Twisting the aetheric strands around it, a platinum ring thrums with power. Pulsing with an alluring, vibrant glow, a radiant coronet lies here, forged of golden and ivory light. A sturdy iron forge stands here, cold and dark. Fire jetting out of his nostrils, Ashtorath bellows here in rage, beating his mutated chest with enormous clawed fists. Rising only a few inches from the ground, this burrow provides entry to a network of tunnels below the soil. A beautiful sprite flitters here with a brilliant halo of white light illuminating her presence. Lying on the ground, a blood red candy rose rests sullied and soiled. A wave of heat emits from a pool of lava that bubbles with magma here. A crackling field surrounds the Primary Generator, 1089 incandescent motes of energy orbiting it. Tethered to a tree trunk, a large domesticated swamp slug chews contentedly on tufts of grass. A mass of tentacles surround a giant crystal squid as it basks in the warm ocean waters. Kianga Goldeneye stands here, leaning against a counter and keeping an eye on her wares. Ladyfinger stands here, with a frosted shawl wrapped around her slender shoulders. Sitting in her web, a giant black widow studies you carefully. A candy severed ear lies here in a small pool of blood and sugar. An orc child stands here, picking his nose. Sohei Yukio Auralius, of the Quietus Innocence is here, shrouded. He wields an iron chain with both hands. Serenguard Sommnus Hartfire, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields a Mallet of Forging in his left hand. Urazial Inseira is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a batwing shaped shield in his right. Dedicant Priska, of the Hart is here. Lothringen d'Murani, Deviser of Devastation is here, shrouded. He wields a darkwood mandolin encased in iron filigree and bone in his left hand and a barbed greatshield of tortured verses in his right.

It replaces things in the room with other things, and I guess a lot of Glooms left their spammy-ass mount entourage at the Ravenwood.

Yeah, dementia replaces each individual item, not respecting the grouping that is normally present. So 30 guards will become 30 separate items, rather than 1 item (or 1 group of 30 items). Massively increased spam.

I think it was attacking a citizen. And then trying to prove himself innocent by sending council members a letter showing the log, but he had forgotten to take out, "Point staff faenae" from it >.>

Kalikai drinks? No way!

Also, from Ryboi's response to Senna's contestation on the Hartstone boards:

I can fight many people and win, the only people who has beat me in the Arena since I became a Druid are yourself and Kolm.

I think it was attacking a citizen. And then trying to prove himself innocent by sending council members a letter showing the log, but he had forgotten to take out, "Point staff faenae" from it >.>

You see the death occur at the Desert of Incalculable Grief.