98 rooms · levels 36–51
This is the most strange and amazing place anyone has ever visited before. Tiny and shining stars dance around the velvet sky and colors never seen before light the mystic fog which surrounds everything on sight. A sensation of freedom and peace fills all your senses giving you the clue that the only way to get out of this fascination is waking up.
This is the path to Quimperna Village. Everything seems to be quiet. Every kind of flower can be seen here. A delicious fragrance can be smelled, and the only sound is the whisper of the wind. You can see the path continues to the south, a gib tree is to the west, and a peaceful clearing is to the east.
The sky is covered with a green cottage from the branches of the tree. The dark-brown sentinel stands in the center of this clearing and few bushes surround it. Birds and some insects have taken place here, living everyone in harmony. A small path leads east.
There is a small gate on the road with a sign on it. The road is now marked with white pebbles bordered with forest green bushes. The sign on the gate seems to be new, made with dark wood and painted with the colors of the rainbow. A flowered path rises from the north, and two mono-colored houses can be seen to the south leading by the road, which also continues to the
The tranquility of the village is very amazing. The people seem to enjoy the silence and serenity. Toward the east side rests a small house of the color of the sun. Since its outside little can be seen but the place seems comfortable. To the west side also rests a house a little bigger than the yellow one, but it also seems old and abandoned. Although the door is opened the darkness does not let the interior to be seen. The road continues toward the north.
This large house is painted with a bright sun yellow color. A strange smell of curative herbs and some elixirs and potions fill the whole room. A wooden cabinet keeps all the potions away from intruders and there are also few uncommon ingredients used to prepare magical cures. The only visible exit has been placed to the west.
This small house is painted with a rose pink color. The main room has a pure white marble pool, filled with water. There are some fruit pieces and flower petals floating at the pool, giving a comfortable smell and a relaxing atmosphere to get a bath. The only exit is to the east.
The village enjoys many attractions that make it unique. Its always green grass, the pure waters of its lake, the color of its flora, inclusive the smooth and refreshing breeze that caresses it. All these elements make it a harmonious place to visit, inclusive to live.
A fresh and smooth breeze crosses the emerald field of Quimperna village, caressing the always green meadow and enlivening all the vegetation around. It seems like it is always spring here. The flowers display the most beautiful colors and shine like a garden of celestial stars.
A green carpet covers the edges of the village's well. The well is an old structure, circular, built with large pieces of stone. A wooden bucket rests in the edge of it. Looking at the inside from this point is time wasted, because darkness is the only visible thing. Just the sound of the water running can be heard. Toward the west rests a blue house and the road follows toward the east.
This small house is painted with an ocean blue color. Some valuable objects rest around the whole house like good-taste furniture, porcelain vases and old but interesting books. There is also a large chest at the right corner, opened and showing interesting artifacts, maybe collective items. The only exit of the house is placed to the east.
Friendly people stroll along on the rocky streets of the village, some of them as part of their work as merchants, others shop daily, and others only enjoying the charms of the village. The vagabonds do not take place in this community, since the people of Quimperna is characterized for being very worker and useful.
The village enjoys many attractions that make it unique. Its always green grass, the pure waters of its lake, the color of its flora, inclusive the smooth and refreshing breeze that caresses it. All these elements make it a harmonious place to visit, inclusive to live.
A fresh and smooth breeze crosses the emerald field of Quimperna village, caressing the always green meadow and enlivening all the vegetation around. It seems like it is always spring here. The flowers display the most beautiful colors and shine like a garden of celestial stars.
A splendidly clear sky blesses the village. The weather is perfect in every season of the year. The sun refuses to stop shining without drying the environment, and the trees and wind help to refresh it. The village's houses are placed strategically so they can keep the balance of warm and freshness during any time of the day.
This medium-size house is painted with a fire red color. There are a few ropes hanging out from the roof with some beef sides attached to them. There are also some barrels filled with salt, to keep the beef fresh, because it is the only way known yet to do it. There are two exits which lead to the village path, to the north and west.
The village enjoys many attractions that make it unique. Its always green grass, the pure waters of its lake, the color of its flora, inclusive the smooth and refreshing breeze that caresses it. All these elements make it a harmonious place to visit, inclusive to live.
The built-in cupboards are filled with small wheat sacks, and some preserved food pots. There are also some dried fruits stored in bags and the fresh ones on large baskets placed on the main table of the room. Vegetables, grains, eggs, sweet nectars, all together waiting for someone to serve and enjoy them.
This is the north-east side of the village's lake. Far to the north lies a structure which seems to be a well. The houses around can be compared to the rainbow, as their colors are just as bright.
This is the north side of the village's lake. Some kids play around between the trees and bushes which give color to the region. An old bridge can be seen to the south, and the road continues to the east.
Crystalline waters dance at Quimperna's lake. A hypnotic choreography is created by the soft wind which caresses the sweet liquid. A couple of swans swim lovely, making the scenery perfect for romance and passion.
This is the south-east side of the village's lake. Every building of the village can be seen from this spot. The houses around can be compared to the rainbow, as their colors are just as bright.
This is the south part of the village's lake. Far to the west lies the common square, mostly called the Plaza. People perform every meeting there, no matter what the topic is for it. Merchants, palm readers, gossipers, and many other strange people take place around. An old bridge crosses the lake from here to the north side.
This is a small, simple bridge which crosses Quimperna's Lake. It is quite old and dirty but strong at the same time. The lake's waters pass through and fresh breeze domains around.
A fresh and smooth breeze crosses the emerald field of Quimperna village, caressing the always green meadow and enlivening all the vegetation around. It seems like it is always spring here. The flowers display the most beautiful colors and shine like a garden of celestial stars.
This medium-size house is painted with a forest green color. A large table has been placed at the center of the main room, and some flour, eggs, milk bottles and spice potteries rest at the top of it. It is like if the owner of the bakery at the east is the owner of this house. The village path runs to the west.
This is the bakery of the village. The room has a big table at the center and piles of bread pieces rest on different baskets. Each basket has a different kind of bread such as sweet, ginger, and the most popular of the village, the spicy bread.
A delicious looking structure gets the attention of everyone around. It's the sweet orange house which lies to the west. People go in and out, and their faces show happiness, so maybe there is something interesting inside. Crystalline waters rest to the north, it's Quimperna's lake.
This medium-size house is painted with a sweet orange color. There are beautiful pieces of fabric around the whole house, showing bright colors, flowered and rustic patterns. By the look of everything around this is a kind of sewing working place. A crowd can be heard to the north and the path of the village continues to the east.
This is the most important place on Quimperna, because all celebrations take place here. Everyone around is talking about the news of the village, the kids play around the crowd and the women take their time to hear the gossips and rumors of the neighborhood. A big wooden stage covers the center of the plaza and some noise coming from the bottom of it can be heard. An orange house rests at the south.
The hall seems quiet, so it's easy to notice the laughs, cries, steps and screams from the upper side. There is also a melodious sound which comes from the north and there is an exit to the east.
This is where Pionono the baker bakes all his creations. A huge stone fireplace, filled with a thin layer of burnt flour. The fireplace is still warm and, a scream-like noise can be heard from the bottom of it. Maybe rats, maybe something worse, but it'll be better to stay away from it. The food storage is placed to the south and a small room can be seen to the east.
This is the emergency water supply of the village, used in case of siege. It's placed just in front of the food storage so people could remember its main purpose. The clear waters of the pond reflect every shape around and its crystalline taste satisfies the worst thirst on the realm.
At the end of the hall, a wooden stair drives to the end of a small hill where the orchard and the fields of the village have been placed. Vegetables, fruits and spices grow down there. The wind crosses and give a refreshing smell, which makes any stomach think about food.
There is a big, and almost new shelf at the right side of the room, filled with potions and small recipients which keep different spices and herbs away from humidity. All of them are used in some way in the bakery, and some of them, the mystical ones, are stored by advise of the healer of the village. A warm room takes place to the west side and a wooden stair can be seen to the south.
Every kind of music instrument can be found in this room. Harps, flutes, guitars, and even some strange artifacts rest over the different tables and lots of paper with musical lyrics fill the main desk. A golden candle lights the room and there is a door to the west and another one to the south.
This room seems to be a very well organized library. Each book is classified by theme, author, and language to be easier to find. There are also a few tiny desks with small oil lamps for people who enjoy reading. A melodious sound can be heard from the south, and there is an opened door to the north.
The room is filled with large mirrors to reflect every move of the dancers. The wooden floor seems to be cleaned recently by the look of its shine, and some sun rays enter through a small window placed to the east.
Some blankets formed properly rest from the front to the back side of the room. At the front there is also a small stage, just convenient for one person use. There is also a wooden atrill with some celestial songs lyrics. The acoustics of the room makes it perfect to the use of the chorus of the village.
The majestuosity of the work of art which rests at the north wall of the room seems to change any attitude, to a peaceful one. Many brilliant colors pose at the mosaic, which presents a sunny day at Quimperna's lake. The freshness of the water's blue can be felt and the warmth of the yellow circle fill your senses. The exits to this splendor lies at the south and west.
The clean walls of the rooms uses the paints as women wear jewelry to look beautiful. The village seems to have a lot of artists in any topic, but specially on the art of the brush. There are also some clay sculptures, standing like guards of the gallery. The only exit of the room lies to the north.
A warm and gentle sunspot enters through the well, making the waters shine and giving a feeling of serenity and peace. But as soon as the clouds cover the sun, or the dark mantle of the night appears, the place turns to an uncomfortable and cold one. A place none wants to be at. It's hard to climb to the upper exit, but the well continues to the west, and maybe there is an exit if the path is followed.
The darkness of the well's interior is very uncomfortable. The running water sound is the only thing that follows this solitude scene. There is no reason to stay in a place like this one. There are exits to all the cardinal points.
A green and thick slime covers the rocky wall of this side of the well. Also there are strange sounds, like if there is something draining on the waters. The only obvious exit lies to the south.
The ground seems to be declining as the tunnel advances, and at some point it can not even be reached. To float is the only way to stay here. A cold current runs down, which leads to deep waters.
Although the water of the well is used for almost all in the village, the people take care upon doing use of it, since many know that the well by being a humid and dark place, is the ideal place for lodging of insects and small animals, and who knows what else.
Not everything inside the well is wet and humid. The waters can not reach this side, that is why the floor is dry. There is also a hole in the ground, with a deeper darkness dominating it.
The ground seems to be declining as the tunnel advances, and at some point it can not even be reached. To float is the only way to stay here. A cold current runs down, which leads to deep waters.
It is said that everytime someone is going to sleep, the goddess of dreams enters to his or her body and takes a look around the pleasures, fears and desires of the person and plays with them, creating dreams. The feeling of happiness, frustration and glory can only be granted by Drea over there, and even in real world, perhaps what is life if not a dream.
Now the waters cover the tunnel to the top, so normal breathing is impossible. There is no light also, making the visibility difficult and magnifying the risk of exploring. The tunnel continues to the north and the well stretches at the upper side.
Chilling and murky water, sharp edge stones, all the necessary things to make anyone feel uncomfortable. As the tunnel continues, normal breathing is something nonexistent, giving something new to worry to those who need it. The tunnel drives to the east and west.
Moss, water insects and small pebbles are the only company at the water tunnel. The rocky walls are getting thick as the tunnel advances to the south. Waters are also turning murky.
The tunnel is saturated with water. It seems it has been left without maintenance for quite some time now. As you open your eyes trying to see through your eyes hurt with the quantity of dirt in the water. You feel some type of creature swim next to you.
Now the waters cover the tunnel to the top, so normal breathing is impossible. There is no light also, making the visibility difficult and magnifying the risk of exploring. The tunnel continues to the north and the well stretches at the upper side.
Chilling and murky water, sharp edge stones, all the necessary things to make anyone feel uncomfortable. As the tunnel continues, normal breathing is something nonexistent, giving something new to worry to those who need it. The tunnel drives to the east and west.
The hall is richly furnished, with satin and velvet cushioned couches placed on three sides of a small, graceful altar. The light the baby blue candles is reflected in the holy water font, a lovely statue of Drea herself pouring water from a pitcher into a scalloped basin held by three sylphs.
The tunnel is saturated with water. It seems it has been left without maintenance for quite some time now. As you open your eyes trying to see through your eyes hurt with the quantity of dirt in the water. You feel some type of creature swim next to you.
For some magical reason, the waters are not allowed to be here. A giant bubble keeps this side of the tunnel dry. Inside this bubble is resting a dark sanctuary. Magic can be felt in the surroundings. A dark altar is placed at the center of the bubble, and some burning candles light it. The perfect place for some evil evocation.
Moss, water insects and small pebbles are the only company at the water tunnel. The rocky walls are getting thick as the tunnel advances to the south. Waters are also turning murky.
The fresh and clear water of the upper side of the pond turn into a chilling and dense liquid, when swimming turns difficult even for the most skilled ones. It's hard to see what to meet in front, but it is clear that the water run from the upper side to the east.
Under darkness and wetness lies this stone corridor. The village's founders wanted to be sure they will have a route of escape in case of invasion or any attack from outsiders, so they built some corridors between different points of the village. Some of them are forgotten now, as forgotten as their builders.
Plain stony grey walls surround the small corridor. At the wall, old and useless torches hang from their stands. It's desire to shine and bright is the only thing that remains from them. The corridor's exits are at the east and west.
At this point, the corridor's arch ways lead to the south and east. A fresh and wet smell comes from the east side, while to the south can be heard harmonic whispers.
Plain stony grey walls surround the small corridor. At the wall, old and useless torches hang from their stands. It's desire to shine and bright is the only thing that remains from them. The corridor's exits are at the north and south.
Under beautiful melodies lies this stone corridor. The village's founders wanted to be sure they will have a route of escape in case of invasion or any attack from outsiders, so they built some corridors between different points of the village. Some of them are forgotten now, as forgotten as their builders.
By the look of this room, anyone can conclude it's used as a large closet. There are dresses of every kind, used for plays and dances. Some rare masks and beautiful wigs rest at the top of the central table. There is an open door to the north and a small stair which leads up.
Sketches, papers, color candles, all together fill two wooden desks, each one placed in opposite corners in the room. The papers show different designs: some creative clothes, scenography sketches, and other art-related types. An open door rests at the south, and there is also an exit to the west.
The refreshing breeze of the wind caresses the silvery grass of this almost hidden exit of the village. A long-time not used road continues to the north and a dark oak building lays to the east.
An amazing feeling of solitude and serenity fill the atmosphere, and the whole mood drives anyone to peacefulness and pacifism. The path is so quiet even ants walking can be heard.
In a flash of light everything seems to be changed. The green grass which used to cover the fertile earth of Quimperna's neighborhoods turns into dried straw. A bad feeling comes to your mind when you meet the dark walls of an uncommon building. There are just a few windows, and a twisted stair goes up to the entrance.
There is not much to say about this room. It's a simple one with nothing more than a few roaches running and looking for something to eat. The sunlight is something unknown here, and the darkness becomes worse with a cloud of smoke and burning smell coming from the south stone wall.
The particular structure of this room shows it was not built for human inhabitation. Traces of burnt wood can be seen at the floor, and the hot air and burning smell confirms the proximity to fire. An old, cracked stone wall stands at the north.
Deeper inside the fireplace, the heat calms down a little bit, but still remains hot. Fresh blood stains cover the stone floor, mixed with the burnt wood and the silvery charcoal. The blood's owner is lying here, almost mortally wounded. Help is needed now. A black cloud of smoke enters through the north, and there is an exit to the west.
The dense black smoke covers everything on sight. The lack of oxygen drives anyone to insanity and exhaustion. The exits can not be seen clearly, but the north and south sounds like the best choice.
The wall around the inside part of the fireplace can not be touched, because of the high-level heat. The wood at the bottom burns softly, creating piles of ash and a dense black smoke which fills the whole place. The heat continues to the south, and some fresh air can be breathed to the upper side of this stone building.
The orchard has a well organized variety of fruits and vegetables planted there in abundance. The fruits are ready for the picking, they look soft and juicy. The vegetable section has multicolored beans, green lettuce, and some carrots planted in the soil. A wooden stair leads up and a wheat field can be seen to the south.
The blessed corn field of Quimperna starts here. To the south-west side rises the farm. The fertile earth is perfect for the corn to grow up fast and healthy. Also the weather helps to perfect the environment. Crows come from everywhere to try to have a taste of the harvest, but they run away as soon as they meet the scarecrow.
The bright and golden corn plants swing madly as the soft slashes of the wind crosses from east to west by the field. The harvest will be done soon, and again the corn will grow up as healthy as it is now.
Piles of wheat lie everywhere, waiting for the farmer to be processed. The work is almost done for the sun, who has dried the entire harvest. Now the only work needed is to grind the grain and pack it on the sacks placed beside one of the piles of wheat.
The corn field, the most valuable possession of Quimperna Village, rests at the east side of this particular farm. Chickens search around to satisfy their hungers, and a couple of cows kiss the sweet grass of this fertile land. The farm seems to be quite old, but serves its purpose. A savage and odd flora covers the upper side of the farm, making the visibility through it almost impossible.
Old wooden panels serve as walls, and a reddish mud fortifies them keeping the place warm, dry and comfortable. There are some divisions at the east side, maybe to split creatures like pigs and sheeps. The roof is dark, like if something blocks the entrance of the sun through it.
The fascinating and valuable furniture which someday filled the place is just a pile of old and broken pieces of wood, rags which someday shines and shows beautiful colors. A cold breeze caresses the walls and moves slowly through the room. As the leaves which cover the floor move, they reveal a hole in the floor.
This small room has a fine wood coffee table at the center and a red cardinal sofa just in front of it. Every piece of the furniture shows the good taste of the mansion's owners. There is also a peculiar oval mirror at the south wall of the room which reflects the light throughout the room in a strange, unexplicable way.
This dark-hidden place behind the mirror is like an alternative route to somewhere, but the exit is too dark to be seen. There is a foul smell around and some humidity at the floor. The only way to go is turning back to the mirror.
This is the largest room of the mansion. In the center hung a rusting iron chandelier, four of its sockets still containing the stubs of ancient and yellowed candles. Some dried leaves rest around the dirty floor and some light enter from the balcony at the east side and a small opened door shows a room's entrance to the north.
This small room shows nothing more than the oldness of the mansion. A table with platters filled with dust and dirty residues lies at the center of the room, but no chairs can be seen around. The sound of the windows fighting with the gust of wind mute almost the most strange sound at the big house. The only exit leads to the main room.
Beautiful marble stairs in a half-spiral shape raise from the bedroom's hall to the house's main room. The walls hold shining metal chandeliers, with yellowish candles remains. The stairs are decorated with very fine crafted banisters, with golden lines by its left side.
The view from this balcony is amazing. A large green carpet covers the land and some farmers can be seen working at a corn field. Two huge marble pillars dominate at the opened room and some bowls filled with dried flowers hang out from an old bird fountain.
This hall leads to the bedrooms of the mansion. The walls are full of old beautiful paints with a little inscription at the bottom of each one where we can read the name of each one's author. A big black door can be seen to the west and a stair leads to the upper side of the mansion.
The room is shrouded in darkness. Every step brings you closer to the incertitude of if it's good to stay here. The obscurity engulfs the surroundings and, for a second, a Machiavellian feeling permeates your skin.
A black door dominates the view at this point of the hall. Its chillness catch the attention of everyone who passes through the hall, giving an impression of both danger and curiosity at the same time. A white door can be seen also to the west and the hall continues to the east.
Delicately scented candles in golden holders gently perfume the air. Their light is reflected in the pure white walls and fine furniture. The room seems to be inhabited, opposed to the rest of the house.
A white door dominates the view at this point of the hall. Its warmth catch the attention of everyone who passes through the hall, giving an impression of both peace and curiosity at the same time. A Black door can be seen also to the east and the hall continues to the west.
This hall leads to the bedrooms of the mansion. The walls are full of old beautiful paints with a little inscription at the bottom of each one where we can read the name of each one's author. A big white door can be seen to the east and a stair leads to the upper side of the mansion.
Beautiful marble stairs in a half-spiral shape raise from the bedroom's hall to the house's ballroom. The walls hold shining metal chandeliers, with yellowish candles remains. The stairs are decorated with very fine crafted banisters, with golden lines by its right side.
The sight of the old mansion's ballroom evokes in your imagination the times of grandeur of this manor. The richly decorated ceilings, the white marbled floor, the highly expensive furniture; all now beaten by the flow of time. Spiderwebs hang in every corner and the smell of closure sinks deep into your soul.
This room appears to be an extension of the ballroom. Frescoes are painted in each wall, proving the magnificent taste the last owner family had. Even in its misshapen form, the room gives a feeling of aristocratic elegance.
A sudden outbreak of sobs came from the walls of the house, followed by screams that ended in a dying wail. Flashes of light appear everywhere, and returns to the darkness as quick as they showed up. A big wooden door leads inside the house.