Map501_Soul_of_Maelshyve.xml

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<zone name="Soul of Maelshyve" id="501">
  <node id="1" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Involution" note="Involution">
    <description>The path stretches to the northeast, hanging in space, extending from a wall of silver liquid.  Though the path is wide and solid, it flows like melted wax, and the sides end abruptly, with strange forms shifting in the endless distance.  A flickering image of Maelshyve's Fortress stretches and contracts in the sky, where the heights billow with the jagged drip-drip-drip of screaming sunbursts, accosting your senses with the incomprehensible.  The air seems to be made of murky smoke, stirred by a weak breeze and rhythmically congealing into vaguely familiar shapes.</description>
    <description>The path stretches to the northeast, hanging in space, extending from a wall of silver liquid.  Flowing like melted wax, the sides of the path end abruptly, and strange forms shift in the endless distance.  High above, a flickering image of Maelshyve's Fortress hangs in the sky, where screaming sunbursts accost your senses.  The air is thick and murky, gently stirred by the breeze.</description>
    <position x="100" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go silver liquid" destination="52" />
  </node>
  <node id="2" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Involution">
    <description>The waxen path curves gently, stretching to the southwest and east.  Embedded in its center is a slowly turning millstone shaped from rough red material that appears damp.  An endless thunder, the scent of iron and limestone rise on a faint wisp of powder escaping around the stone's edges.  Far above, a barely visible vortex churns the choking haze, spinning at pace with the millstone.</description>
    <description>The path curves gently, stretching to the southwest and east.  Embedded in its center is a slowly turning millstone.  Thundering ceaselessly, the scent of iron and limestone rise faintly around the stone's edges.  Above, a vortex churns the choking haze.</description>
    <position x="140" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="3" />
  </node>
  <node id="3" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Involution">
    <description>The path continues to curve, stretching to the west and southeast.  Discarded mounds of rusting machinery and tools are piled against crumbling cement monoliths, winches and kilns, saws and chisels, all rotting in place.  As the path begins to narrow, geometric patterns emerge from the soft ground, black stones shattered and arranged in a chaotic puzzle.  The cobblestone slowly flows and shifts, gradually rearranging itself, while the cement monoliths continually flake and fall as they are grown or extruded from the fragmented ground.</description>
    <description>The path continues to curve, stretching to the west and southeast.  Rusting machinery and tools are piled against crumbling cement monoliths, rotting in place.  As the path narrows, black stones emerge from the soft ground, arranged into curious patterns.  The stones slowly flow and shift, and the cement monoliths continually break apart as they are grown from the ground.</description>
    <position x="180" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="4" />
  </node>
  <node id="4" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Involution">
    <description>The path bends sharply, stretching to the northwest and west.  Formulae and disjointed symbols woven in bilious ooze drift in the air, occasionally shuddering and changing their direction at random.  Where they collide, small puffs of twisted space and light leave a gentle snow of ash that flutters to the ground.  Strange weapons and siege engines caked with layers of grime dot the trail, sagging under the weight of time and forgotten purpose.  Above the desolation, visions of vast battles and inexorable extinctions play against the haze, titanic forces plundering the void and cracking stars in half.</description>
    <description>The path bends sharply, stretching to the northwest and west.  Symbols woven in ooze drift in the air, colliding and leaving behind puffs of twisted space and ash.  Ancient weapons and siege engines caked with grime dot the trail.  In the sky, visions of vast battles and inexorable extinctions play against the haze.</description>
    <position x="220" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="3" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="5" />
  </node>
  <node id="5" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Concentricity" note="Concentricity|sphere">
    <description>The path stretches to the east and west, and in the center a gargantuan sphere of bubbling ichor hisses as billowing smoke roils from its surface.  The sphere swirls and flows, stirred from within by unseen forces, and radiant blue lightning crackles against the sky, enwreathing the orb in a crown of ozone and light.  A moaning wind whips the ubiquitous haze into eddies, bringing from the west a pungent aroma of overripe fruit and burnt sugar, while from the east the noxious sting of solvent.</description>
    <description>The path stretches to the east and west, and in the center a gargantuan sphere of bubbling ichor hisses.  The sphere swirls and flows, and radiant lightning crackles against the sky, playing over the orb.  To the west, a pungent aroma of overripe fruit and burnt sugar, while from the east, the noxious sting of solvent.</description>
    <position x="180" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="4" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gargantuan sphere" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go echo" destination="51" />
  </node>
  <node id="6" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Sowing" note="Sowing">
    <description>The path bends sharply, stretching to the east and southeast.  Low, mournful groans play across the area as distant enormous forms drift along, tentacles churning the air and brilliant eyes casting search beams in swinging cones through the emptiness, illuminating flitting wormlike forms that perish in the radiance and rain down towards the path.  Coated with still-twitching ribbons of slime, the glassy outgrowths appear strangely vital, bearing strangely spined fruit.  With every crescendo of the monstrous song, a heady smell of burnt hair and rot floods in.</description>
    <description>The path bends sharply, stretching to the east and southeast.  Distant enormous forms drift in the distance, singing as their tentacles churn the air and their eyes cast brilliant search beams through the emptiness.  Dying wormlike forms rain down towards the path, feeding glassy outgrowths.  The area smells of burnt hair and rot.</description>
    <position x="140" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="7" />
  </node>
  <node id="7" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Sowing">
    <description>The path continues to curve, stretching to the east and northwest.  Tannin-rich, brackish water roars upward on either side of the bone path, surging into the sky and vanishing far above, while droplets of sludge linger, hanging in the air.  Lining the edge of the path, outgrowths of shivering glass speckled with radiant feathers and uneven scales spread grasping fan-like protrusions into the surging deluge.  The protrusions gently wave in the currents, occasionally closing around distorted space, which seems to struggle and screech a moment before being crushed.</description>
    <description>The path continues to curve, stretching to the east and northwest.  Filthy water roars upward on either side of the path, surging into the sky.  Lining the edge of the path, outgrowths of glass spread fan-like protrusions into the deluge, occasionally closing around distorted space, which seems to struggle before being crushed.</description>
    <position x="180" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="8" />
  </node>
  <node id="8" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Sowing">
    <description>The path curves gently, stretching to the northeast and west.  Circling far above, a number of winged beasts bank in wide circles, leaving fluorescent wakes of slowly diffusing blue and black in the haze of churned sky.  Pools of clotted blood gather in depressions in the bone path, and invisible creatures leave damp footprints with too many toes as they scurry between blinks of the eye.  Occasionally, one of the fliers above will call out, the cries echoing madly from structures beyond visibility.</description>
    <description>The path curves gently, stretching to the northeast and west.  Circling above, winged beasts bank in wide circles, leaving bright wakes in the sky.  Pools of blood gather in the path, and invisible creatures leave damp footprints with too many toes.  Occasionally, one of the fliers above will call out, the cry echoing madly.</description>
    <position x="220" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="7" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="9" />
  </node>
  <node id="9" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Sowing">
    <description>The path stretches to the southwest, hanging in space, extending from a lake of midnight-blue sludge.  High above, an upside-down church soars amidst a large moor spreading over the sky.  The flickering image of three altars can be seen juxtaposed with the church, impossible to focus on as they shift in the dense ashen fog.  Underfoot, twisted bone and sinew are rimmed with splashes of radiant color from bizarre and unidentifiable flowers, rapidly blossoming and decaying in a perverse cycle of life and death.  The air is filled with a pungent and sickening aroma, making it nearly impossible to draw a full breath as the heady pollen tickles the senses, unraveling the distinction between memory and now.</description>
    <description>The path stretches to the southwest, extending from a lake of midnight-blue sludge.  High above, an upside-down church hangs amongst a large moor spreading over the sky.  Strange flowers fill the air with a pungent and sickening aroma, making it hard to breathe.</description>
    <position x="260" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="8" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go midnight-blue sludge" destination="53" />
  </node>
  <node id="10" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Interval" note="Interval|circle">
    <description>Directly above spans a firmament of writhing ichor, endlessly deformed by triple-tined claws extending in staccato, jerking, time-fractured grasps.  A perfect circle of light marks some kind of violent passage, and through it, the faint smell of ozone and the crackle of lightning can be heard.  Sharply puncturing the dome, the ember-rimmed ring gives off slight wisps of smoke that dance in chaotic breezes.  Endless tumultuous blue fire stretches around you, great seething coils roaring outward and raining back into the churning mass, erupting in unrestrained geysers of contempt, steadily rejecting would-be interlopers.  Far below, beyond the flames, lie endless plans and plots.  A beam of multi-hued energy, marking a localized path of stability, extends upward through the scheming below, piercing the ichor above.</description>
    <description>Directly above stretches a firmament of ichor, pierced by a perfect circle marking the device's passage.  Maelshyve's rage howls and pushes you upward, emanating from the seething, churning blue inferno that stretches around you.  A beam of multi-hued energy extends from below, piercing the ichor above, marking a localized path of stability.</description>
    <position x="320" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go perfect circle" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="11" />
  </node>
  <node id="11" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Interval" note="diagrams">
    <description>The blazing inferno above gives off the faintest whisper of heat, Maelshyve's rage muted at this level of passage, replaced with a calm, calculating -- almost joyful -- exultation of competition.  Wrapping around you is an impossibly complex diagram, filled with a delicate dance of feint and riposte, prizes and positions maneuvered around ambition and pride.  While most of the diagram is incomprehensible, it appears as though it has been designed over vast ages and distances, each element appearing to ultimately circle around one competitor and one goal.  The air is surprisingly clear, humming with sweet-tinged vigor, a delightful half smile, a purpose met and fulfilled.  Far below, spiraling galaxies and folding symbols ebb and flow along a web of eternity, while a multi-hued beam of energy extends upward, marking a localized path of stability.</description>
    <description>The inferno above gives off little heat, Maelshyve's rage muted at this level.  A vast diagram detailing an incomprehensibly complex and ancient conflict stretches around you, and far below, a sprawling cosmos of galaxies and symbols flow along a web.  A beam of multi-hued energy extends from below, marking a localized path of stability, stretching upward.</description>
    <position x="320" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="12" />
  </node>
  <node id="12" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Interval" note="mosaics">
    <description>Softly glowing far above, an enormous diagram fades into the distance, trailing connections to the symbols and images wrapping around you.  Memory and echo project across prismatic fractal starbursts, broken fragments blurring in and out of focus.  Stars ignite and collapse behind great green eyes, triple-tined claws shaping and molding reality.  Her history is writ upon a series of five mosaics, which endlessly loop, eons compressed into flickering moments following a mad logic -- impossible to follow, impossible to disregard.  Far below, a roiling cloud crackles with void-kissed fear, knotted ooze coiling and unfurling.  The air is heavy with razor-spun crystal lace, which melts on contact with the multi-hued beam of energy blasting out of the enigmatic cloud and marking a localized path of stability.</description>
    <description>Softly glowing far above, an enormous diagram fades upward into the distance.  Memory and echo project across prismatic starbursts, a series of mosaics looping eons of history into mad moments.  Far below, roiling clouds crackle with fear.  A beam of multi-hued energy extends from below, marking a localized path of stability, stretching upward.</description>
    <position x="320" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="11" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="13" />
  </node>
  <node id="13" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Interval">
    <description>A vaguely familiar cosmos floats far above, flowing along unseen forces.  Billowing around you, the shimmering memory and matter scatters into constituent particles, fading into ephemeral ooze.  Churning and reacting, the film of basic material forms tendrils that knot and unfurl, gradually seeming to grow diffuse and simply vanish without a trace.  The light is muted, fracturing as it slowly meanders from above, dissipating in the gloom.  A tense echo fills the area, an urgent desperation to flee, to put as much distance as possible from whatever is separating all mixtures, evaporating all substance, snuffing all light.  Your form feels pulled in every direction, almost indistinct.  Piercing the haze and marking a localized path of stability, the multi-hued beam of energy glares undeterred from a green cube far below.</description>
    <description>The cosmos float far above, flowing along unseen forces.  Memory and matter billow around you, scattered into constituent particles, fading into ooze.  An echo fills the area, urgently desperate to flee, to escape the unmaking force.  A beam of multi-hued energy extends from below, marking a localized path of stability, stretching upward.</description>
    <position x="320" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="12" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="14" />
  </node>
  <node id="14" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Interval" note="Osven's devices|devices|Philosopher's Knot">
    <description>Six walls surround you, rotating gently around the axis of the multi-hued beam, which pierces the surface above.  Ivy-like tendrils writhe around the ring left by the beam's passage, attempting to seal the puncture, withering and dying in the stream of energy laden with the rules of the Plane of Abiding.  Faintly reflective, the surrounding four walls cast a series of distorted reflections, stretching to infinity.  At the center of the room, all concept of scale lost, hovers the outline of Maelshyve, featureless and void-wrapped, covered in projected sinuous symbols of the triple-tined claw.  Her arms are stretched wide to receive adulation, and the combined devices rest atop her forehead, crackling with warped space and prismatic light.</description>
    <description>Six walls surround you, rotating gently around the multi-hued beam, the walls casting a series of distorted reflections.  At the room's center hovers an outline of Maelshyve, covered in symbols of the triple-tined claw, the combined devices resting atop her forehead.</description>
    <position x="320" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="13" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go maelshyve's purpose" destination="15" />
  </node>
  <node id="15" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Pith" note="Pith" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves sweeping outward from Maelshyve's core.  Nearly buried under the din, you are able to make out a woman's endless, primal scream of terror and rage.  The deafening sound is swallowed by the void, the denizens of which seem strangely silent, for once.</description>
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.  To one side of the water, the suffering core of Maelshyve whimpers pitifully, and to the other side, a wall of eyes follows your every movement.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.</description>
    <description>Bubbling violently, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The corpses of strange pale creatures float by, parboiled alive, and the fetid humidity masks shifting forms.  Though you can barely see Maelshyve's core, you can feel the heat radiating off it.  Out in the void, iridescent insect-like creatures spread articulated wings and bask in the heat.</description>
    <description>Bubbling, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The parboiled corpses of strange pale creatures float by.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here, buffeted by the current.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits, flexing and stretching its many claws.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead, bending toward the whirlpool's odious core.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that evaporate into fine mist as they arc inward.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that soon evaporate into fine mist.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in chaotic braids that seem to writhe of their own volition.  Maelshyve's core swirls in outrage, and beyond the vortex, the sound of metal drawn across metal rings in the depths.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in writhing braids.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.  To one side, the remains of Maelshyve radiate agony and suffering, and to the other side, an endless expanse of cosmos writhe with eye and claw.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.  Maelshyve's substance churns with activity, sending out thick ropy protrusions that melt and collapse, splashing loudly onto the rapids in a futile attempt to reach into the endless void beyond the vortex.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus, broken free from the core and caught in the everlasting whirl around it.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair as if reality was struck with an immense hammer.  Radiant purple and black light shines through the shattered nothingness, and you feel normalcy reassert itself around the edges.  From the void, a discordant song of mirth can be heard.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.  They strive against the inward current but seem reluctant to go too far in the opposite direction.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.  Rime glitters on this side of the core of Maelshyve, swirling with black snow.  Across the churning waters, a multitude of tongues flicker over row upon row of teeth.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.  Nearby, the dying core of Maelshyve occasionally shudders, and in the opposite direction, a fathomless inky blackness seems to skitter under your gaze.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.  Burbling with deathly fumes and bubbles, the whole turmoil flows alternately toward the core and away from it.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.</description>
    <position x="240" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="16" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="16" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Pith" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves sweeping outward from Maelshyve's core.  Nearly buried under the din, you are able to make out a woman's endless, primal scream of terror and rage.  The deafening sound is swallowed by the void, the denizens of which seem strangely silent, for once.</description>
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.  To one side of the water, the suffering core of Maelshyve whimpers pitifully, and to the other side, a wall of eyes follows your every movement.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.</description>
    <description>Bubbling violently, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The corpses of strange pale creatures float by, parboiled alive, and the fetid humidity masks shifting forms.  Though you can barely see Maelshyve's core, you can feel the heat radiating off it.  Out in the void, iridescent insect-like creatures spread articulated wings and bask in the heat.</description>
    <description>Bubbling, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The parboiled corpses of strange pale creatures float by.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here, buffeted by the current.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits, flexing and stretching its many claws.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead, bending toward the whirlpool's odious core.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that evaporate into fine mist as they arc inward.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that soon evaporate into fine mist.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in chaotic braids that seem to writhe of their own volition.  Maelshyve's core swirls in outrage, and beyond the vortex, the sound of metal drawn across metal rings in the depths.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in writhing braids.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.  To one side, the remains of Maelshyve radiate agony and suffering, and to the other side, an endless expanse of cosmos writhe with eye and claw.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.  Maelshyve's substance churns with activity, sending out thick ropy protrusions that melt and collapse, splashing loudly onto the rapids in a futile attempt to reach into the endless void beyond the vortex.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus, broken free from the core and caught in the everlasting whirl around it.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair as if reality was struck with an immense hammer.  Radiant purple and black light shines through the shattered nothingness, and you feel normalcy reassert itself around the edges.  From the void, a discordant song of mirth can be heard.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
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    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
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    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.  They strive against the inward current but seem reluctant to go too far in the opposite direction.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.  Rime glitters on this side of the core of Maelshyve, swirling with black snow.  Across the churning waters, a multitude of tongues flicker over row upon row of teeth.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.  Nearby, the dying core of Maelshyve occasionally shudders, and in the opposite direction, a fathomless inky blackness seems to skitter under your gaze.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.  Burbling with deathly fumes and bubbles, the whole turmoil flows alternately toward the core and away from it.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.</description>
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    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves sweeping outward from Maelshyve's core.  Nearly buried under the din, you are able to make out a woman's endless, primal scream of terror and rage.  The deafening sound is swallowed by the void, the denizens of which seem strangely silent, for once.</description>
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.  To one side of the water, the suffering core of Maelshyve whimpers pitifully, and to the other side, a wall of eyes follows your every movement.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.</description>
    <description>Bubbling violently, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The corpses of strange pale creatures float by, parboiled alive, and the fetid humidity masks shifting forms.  Though you can barely see Maelshyve's core, you can feel the heat radiating off it.  Out in the void, iridescent insect-like creatures spread articulated wings and bask in the heat.</description>
    <description>Bubbling, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The parboiled corpses of strange pale creatures float by.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here, buffeted by the current.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits, flexing and stretching its many claws.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead, bending toward the whirlpool's odious core.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that evaporate into fine mist as they arc inward.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that soon evaporate into fine mist.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in chaotic braids that seem to writhe of their own volition.  Maelshyve's core swirls in outrage, and beyond the vortex, the sound of metal drawn across metal rings in the depths.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in writhing braids.</description>
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    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.  Maelshyve's substance churns with activity, sending out thick ropy protrusions that melt and collapse, splashing loudly onto the rapids in a futile attempt to reach into the endless void beyond the vortex.</description>
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    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair as if reality was struck with an immense hammer.  Radiant purple and black light shines through the shattered nothingness, and you feel normalcy reassert itself around the edges.  From the void, a discordant song of mirth can be heard.</description>
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    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.  They strive against the inward current but seem reluctant to go too far in the opposite direction.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.  Rime glitters on this side of the core of Maelshyve, swirling with black snow.  Across the churning waters, a multitude of tongues flicker over row upon row of teeth.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.</description>
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    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.  Burbling with deathly fumes and bubbles, the whole turmoil flows alternately toward the core and away from it.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.</description>
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    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves sweeping outward from Maelshyve's core.  Nearly buried under the din, you are able to make out a woman's endless, primal scream of terror and rage.  The deafening sound is swallowed by the void, the denizens of which seem strangely silent, for once.</description>
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    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.  To one side of the water, the suffering core of Maelshyve whimpers pitifully, and to the other side, a wall of eyes follows your every movement.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.</description>
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    <description>Bubbling, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The parboiled corpses of strange pale creatures float by.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here, buffeted by the current.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits, flexing and stretching its many claws.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead, bending toward the whirlpool's odious core.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that evaporate into fine mist as they arc inward.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that soon evaporate into fine mist.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in chaotic braids that seem to writhe of their own volition.  Maelshyve's core swirls in outrage, and beyond the vortex, the sound of metal drawn across metal rings in the depths.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in writhing braids.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.  To one side, the remains of Maelshyve radiate agony and suffering, and to the other side, an endless expanse of cosmos writhe with eye and claw.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.  Maelshyve's substance churns with activity, sending out thick ropy protrusions that melt and collapse, splashing loudly onto the rapids in a futile attempt to reach into the endless void beyond the vortex.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus, broken free from the core and caught in the everlasting whirl around it.</description>
    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair as if reality was struck with an immense hammer.  Radiant purple and black light shines through the shattered nothingness, and you feel normalcy reassert itself around the edges.  From the void, a discordant song of mirth can be heard.</description>
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    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
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    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.  They strive against the inward current but seem reluctant to go too far in the opposite direction.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.  Rime glitters on this side of the core of Maelshyve, swirling with black snow.  Across the churning waters, a multitude of tongues flicker over row upon row of teeth.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.  Nearby, the dying core of Maelshyve occasionally shudders, and in the opposite direction, a fathomless inky blackness seems to skitter under your gaze.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.  Burbling with deathly fumes and bubbles, the whole turmoil flows alternately toward the core and away from it.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.</description>
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  <node id="46" name="Soul of Maelshyve, The Pith" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves sweeping outward from Maelshyve's core.  Nearly buried under the din, you are able to make out a woman's endless, primal scream of terror and rage.  The deafening sound is swallowed by the void, the denizens of which seem strangely silent, for once.</description>
    <description>A subsonic rumble vibrates your teeth, and the water dances with interference ripples, spikes and valleys skittering along the surface in overlapping waves.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.  To one side of the water, the suffering core of Maelshyve whimpers pitifully, and to the other side, a wall of eyes follows your every movement.</description>
    <description>Brown and black curls of filthy water wind around you, eddies mixing in long comets of grime.</description>
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    <description>Bubbling, the water is almost scaldingly hot here, plumes of vile-smelling steam filling the air.  The parboiled corpses of strange pale creatures float by.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here, buffeted by the current.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits, flexing and stretching its many claws.</description>
    <description>Extending from the core of Maelshyve, an inky black tendril probes the waters here.  On the other side of the gyre, an uncanny presence waits.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead, bending toward the whirlpool's odious core.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that evaporate into fine mist as they arc inward.</description>
    <description>Intermittently, the dusky sludge erupts into columns that rise overhead.  Flowing along its own localized rules, the sludge forms watery arches that soon evaporate into fine mist.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in chaotic braids that seem to writhe of their own volition.  Maelshyve's core swirls in outrage, and beyond the vortex, the sound of metal drawn across metal rings in the depths.</description>
    <description>Knots of willowy black hair cling to your legs, dragged along by the current.  The water is choked with the stuff, strands collecting in writhing braids.</description>
    <description>Murky water carrying assorted flotsam swirls by -- rotting branches, pieces of bone, and fist-sized scales all bobbing in the dark liquid.  To one side, the remains of Maelshyve radiate agony and suffering, and to the other side, an endless expanse of cosmos writhe with eye and claw.</description>
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    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.  Maelshyve's substance churns with activity, sending out thick ropy protrusions that melt and collapse, splashing loudly onto the rapids in a futile attempt to reach into the endless void beyond the vortex.</description>
    <description>Small blobs of coagulated fat drift by, the surface of the water oil-slick with rainbow sheen.</description>
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    <description>Surging in confused waves, the muck here is polluted even further by what look like sheets of gangrenous pus.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair as if reality was struck with an immense hammer.  Radiant purple and black light shines through the shattered nothingness, and you feel normalcy reassert itself around the edges.  From the void, a discordant song of mirth can be heard.</description>
    <description>The air takes on a crystalline quality here, and the flow of the waters begins to slow.  A series of hairline cracks radiate from a single point in space, hanging in midair.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.  The howling remains of Maelshyve seem to be imperceptibly diminishing, while on the other side of the vortex grotesque hordes clamor with unmistakable malevolence, waiting.</description>
    <description>The current is weaker here, the waters thicker.  Occasional masses of rancid fat burble to the surface, breaking apart and combining listlessly.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.  Nearby a floating, shredded tentacle piece bobs in own little eddy, somehow managing to stay relatively still despite the currents.</description>
    <description>The ebb and flow of the noxious tide thunders throughout the void, irregular like a sickly heartbeat.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a creeping whisper that seems to come from Maelshyve's core, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.  From the other direction, endless cackling from a wall of malevolence, howling in anticipation.</description>
    <description>The rushing waters feel almost intangible here, their mass diminished.  Echoes spiral through your mind, a needling itch that slides over your awareness, probing and testing.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.  They strive against the inward current but seem reluctant to go too far in the opposite direction.</description>
    <description>The rushing, crashing fluid is lit with blood-red luminance from beneath, where small reptilian shadows dart to and fro in their deranged haste to flee you -- or something else.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.  Rime glitters on this side of the core of Maelshyve, swirling with black snow.  Across the churning waters, a multitude of tongues flicker over row upon row of teeth.</description>
    <description>The water is colder here, and small chunks of black ice drift by, embedded with strange toothy creatures imprisoned in fist-sized slurries that tumble and break apart as they melt.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.  Nearby, the dying core of Maelshyve occasionally shudders, and in the opposite direction, a fathomless inky blackness seems to skitter under your gaze.</description>
    <description>Thick fluid rushes around you, cold and stinking of decay.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.  Burbling with deathly fumes and bubbles, the whole turmoil flows alternately toward the core and away from it.</description>
    <description>Whorls of liquid silver and bluish sludge buoy upon a tide of boiling mud and slime, never quite mixing but seeming drawn together nevertheless.</description>
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  <node id="47" name="A Treacherous Silver Liquid">
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  <node id="48" name="Abyss">
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  <node id="49" name="Outside the Interval">
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  <node id="50" name="Outside the Pith">
    <description>Maelshyve's fractured ego stretches to an endless point, reality embracing her singular motive: worship.  What passes for air in this usurped space sings with singular focus for exaltation.  Reverberating paeans to her glory echo around you, as endless lines of robed supplicants bring gifts of fealty and flesh.  She squeezes a constellation until it drips with blood -- the force of her will is unbearable, and you are struck with an almost irresistible impulse to kneel and commit yourself in her name.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go silver liquid" destination="1" />
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    <description>The coiling helix of fused bone ends here, dropping off into the abyss.  Cradled in the clawlike comfort of the path's edge is a great black shell, cracked open like an egg.  From within, an endless river of midnight-blue sludge pours out, streaming into the endless darkness below.</description>
    <description>Cradled in the clawlike comfort of the path's edge is a great black shell, cracked open like an egg.  From within, an endless river of midnight-blue sludge pours out, streaming into the endless darkness below.</description>
    <position x="260" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go midnight-blue sludge" destination="9" />
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  <label text="go liquid">
    <position x="54" y="122" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Maelshyve's">
    <position x="45" y="68" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Fortress">
    <position x="64" y="79" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="The Involution">
    <position x="123" y="78" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="The Sowing">
    <position x="168" y="189" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go sphere">
    <position x="157" y="142" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="death">
    <position x="144" y="109" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="trap">
    <position x="152" y="119" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go sludge">
    <position x="261" y="121" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Abyss">
    <position x="245" y="79" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go circle">
    <position x="269" y="-5" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="The Interval">
    <position x="340" y="132" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="diagrams">
    <position x="322" y="32" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="mosaics">
    <position x="323" y="72" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go purpose to">
    <position x="323" y="210" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="random Pith room">
    <position x="323" y="230" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="The Pith">
    <position x="189" y="334" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="altar">
    <position x="304" y="284" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go storm">
    <position x="309" y="411" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go storm">
    <position x="155" y="244" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="go storm">
    <position x="161" y="482" z="0" />
  </label>
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