| Dylan built a sky full of trouble: fluffy white clouds, storm clouds and a sleepy little cloud, then a perilous way down cliffs, slippery crevices and a steep mountainside to a dank, smelly hole and an absolutely disgusting lair. Screaming, filthy harpies and their leader go for your eyes, gigantic rocs circle, a ghostly air elemental and a grinning efreeti drift about, and at the bottom an ugly, wicked witch cackles at level 31. Eighty-eight rooms, and one exit drops you back at the Temple of Mota. |