Holding a gleaming symbol of hope before him, Acrune makes the Sign of Shakiniel at you, and you are
engulfed in cobalt blue sparks.
*
The Pool of Stars.
A female orc stands here swatting at flies. Brandishing a ladle, a tiny fink mutters curses as he
superintends a panoply of boiling pots and pans. Covered in a layer of crawling shadows, a
nightshade bush is here suffused with the power of the Wyrd. Crafter of the Skins, Xislia Dith stirs
some of her limed pelts in a tanning solution. A hot pink origami hippogriff rests here, its small
wings curled around it. A mature hemlock tree stands proudly here. A rusted plough rests here.
Occasionally correcting the placement of his spectacles, Professor Kraiye Oolin oversees the going-
ons of the University here. Worrel Fleece shuffles about the nursery anxiously. A large square
indentation in the ground has been dug out here, the middle of three. A clump of seaweed in the form
of a large puppy floats about in the water, blinking her large green eyes. A chain of silvery links
lies here. Master Kareem d'Lardick paces in a circle here, cursing profusely. Its serpentine tail
curling between four fearsome legs, a monstrous chimaera crouches quietly within its surroundings.
Noth Iborchi stands here, tall, proud, and occasionally picking his nose when no one is looking.
Wisps of loose condensation wafting from its lips, a ravenous cloud carrion scuttles here. A sleek
white-furred rat sits here on his hind legs, twitching his whiskers furiously. Gorgulu the Devourer
of Souls is a swirling pool of gurgling slime. A putrescent globule bubbles and sloshes, polluting
its surroundings. White robes clinging to her lithe figure, Jarana Farain stands here, her fins
rising and falling gracefully. A dracnari shepherd stands here and studies signs of the rockeaters'
work. A very large group of marjoram sprigs rests on the ground. Carefully straightening her golden
skirt, a sunny cowslip fae stands here. A blackened woodcutter's axe has been set here to await
another day's work. A massive pit erupts from the earth here, seething with an overflowing tide of
stygian tar. Glittering with a frosted radiance, the light emanating from this armlet seems to cut
through the very air. Glimmering with a aura of power, a miniature helmet rests on the ground in
wanton abandonment. A crumbling loamadore rests here, dripping dirt from its pores. A solid bookcase
stands here, constructed from dark mahogony. A huge archdemon looms here, surrounded by black mist.
A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A massive, fleshy red lung hangs
suspended within the dark stone, a web of veins snaking away from it. A symbol of despair has been
left here, chilling the very air around it. A hideous bobcat stands here, twitching and growling
sporadically. A thick ledger has been dropped on the ground here. Peering around severely, Soneshka,
Mistress of the Herders taps her staff thoughtfully on the ground. Tied with a silver ribbon, an
official Chop Certificate rests here. A great white shark turns in the water, its gigantic mouth
opening and revealing rows of wickedly sharp teeth. Krin is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields
Khaos with both hands. Taskmaster Ryylaet Talnara is here, shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in
his left hand. Cilicia is here. Archprelate Arian L'Aumes is here. He wields the Tome of Veiled
Paradigms in his left hand and a hunting trophy bearing Tedd's head in his right. Prelude Qutia is
here. She wields a wooden lute in her left hand. Ialie Starfall, Rainbow Princess is here. She
wields a silver jeweler's hammer in her left hand and a rainbow-decorated lyre of pale wood in her
right. Lilian Somnius is here. She wields a hammer of blackened iron in each hand. Mistress Skein, a
Fate Guide is here, wreathed in divine fire. She wields a fiery red scroll in her left hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, and up
(open door).