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////Mid\PYZhy{}dungeon boss: Iliador the Alraune
You step into a garden of gorgeous floral varieties, with all colors from pastels to deeply saturated to dark. In the center of this grove is a very wide flower of mostly baby blue and lavender shades. From its receptacle in the middle, a soft\PYZhy{}featured, feminine figure pulls themselves upright.

[say:Ah, what a lovely [race] you are,] the effeminate male says in a sickly\PYZhy{}sweet tone. His skin is an unnatural white as though it were mildly luminescent wax, and his clothing is a complicated, elegant top with layers and detailing. The exploratory forelimbs of a spider poke out from his ginger hair, and soon wanders down his neck, provoking a purr from him. [say:My sweet, I\PYZsq{}m sorry for picking you up,] he says as the flower\PYZhy{}like widow skitters. Its appearance is nothing like the red widows you\PYZsq{}ve seen thus far, and you now realize that this garden is full of them, blending in with the blossoms. The alraune returns his attention to you. [say:I am Iliador, the gardener.]

Although he smiles, puts a hand to his chest, and gestures a polite greeting, there\PYZsq{}s an emptiness in his eyes that puts you off.
[Appearance] [Talk] [Fight] [Barriers] [Leave]
///Leave. \PYZdq{}He hasn\PYZsq{}t tried being aggressive, you\PYZsq{}ll keep wandering around.\PYZdq{}
Despite his politeness, you will not be lingering any further. Unfazed, Iliador nods lightly and bids you farewell. [say:Please enjoy my many flora.] \PYZob{}return room desc and directional options\PYZcb{}
/Room description
Iliador\PYZsq{}s garden is gorgeously lush to behold, with flowers and fruit everywhere you look, only for you to be disconcertingly reminded of its true nature as you see the slow movement of an petal widow. [if (IliadorDefeated) \PYZob{}[if (IliadorDead) \PYZob{}Even with its alraune master destroyed, you aren\PYZsq{}t perfectly at ease|Iliador himself is still worn out and sunken in his flower, but alert enough to cast a hurt gaze at you\PYZcb{}]|Iliador himself smiles at your presence, wordlessly welcoming you to spend your time here\PYZcb{}].
///Barriers. Disable if not seen a blocked path. Disable text: \PYZdq{}You don\PYZsq{}t know any barriers he might be able to help with.\PYZdq{} else \PYZdq{}The thorny vines barring the way may be his doing.\PYZdq{}
There\PYZsq{}s more to this place you are looking to explore, but you\PYZsq{}ve found messes of powerful vines in the way. Presumably they\PYZsq{}re his, unless some other alraune is around here, and you\PYZsq{}d like those vines removed.

Iliador shakes his head. [say:They have tended to my vines of their own accord, I dare not disrupt their machinations.]
///Fight. \PYZdq{}You can take him[if (silly) \PYZob{}, but in a fight?|.\PYZcb{}]\PYZdq{} go directly to battle
///Appearance. \PYZdq{}Take a detailed look. He doesn\PYZsq{}t seem like he\PYZsq{}d mind.\PYZdq{}
Iliador is a feminine male who might easily pass off as a young woman if he cared to. Judging by the proportions of his upper body, he could be [if (metric) \PYZob{}160 cm|5\PYZsq{}4\PYZdq{}\PYZcb{}], but without any legs, his floral base holds him closer to [if (metric) \PYZob{}1 meter|3 feet\PYZcb{}]. His skin is like white, semi\PYZhy{}transparent wax. The back\PYZhy{}length copper\PYZhy{}orange hair descending from his head is interspersed with pale green spiky bulbs, each containing a red cherry\PYZhy{}sized fruit.

The plant\PYZhy{}boy\PYZsq{}s slender figure is garbed in lavender and white fabrics that layer over themselves. Were a matching skirt included, he would look more at home among the dancing guests at a noble\PYZsq{}s ball than a murky swamp. At just below his hips, a vast flower extends out with baby\PYZhy{}blue petals underscored by thin prickles threatening any haphazard assailant.

Often, and currently, there is a hand\PYZhy{}sized spider reminiscent of a widow with the colors and petals of a flower crawling somewhere on his person. The spider\PYZsq{}s long front legs wave in the air like antennae as they secure their surroundings before moving out from the shadow of his hair or clothes to wander to some other location in his vicinity. The more of them that are doing this at once, the happier he appears to be, with his [if (metric) \PYZob{}12 centimeter|4.5 inch\PYZcb{}] dick twitching just barely in view between his clothing and flower.
///Talk \PYZdq{}He seems sociable, relative to the other denizens.\PYZdq{}
[say:I would adore a chat!] he chimes. [say:Whatever is on your mind?]
[Red Widows] [Gardening] [Rest] [Fera] [Sex] /*[if (obsidian vine quest) \PYZob{}[Vines]\PYZcb{}] //maybe
/Vines \PYZdq{}Does an alraune such as he know anything of your alraune\PYZhy{}born ailment?\PYZdq{}
Perhaps he is too used to seeing vines to realize your problem on his own, but these thorny tendrils are not permitting removal and it has been an issue. You explain it to Iliador and he gives an understanding look.

[say:Black velvets are a very decorative family line. I can assure as much that they make you pretty while posing no particularly danger,] he says. Your reaction says plenty, and the plant\PYZhy{}boy goes further. [say:Just as I graft my mother\PYZsq{}s stems to myself, I could graft the black velvet\PYZsq{}s vines to my body, drawing it off from you. Some varieties of petunias would not be so unwelcome in this garden.] He starts to purr and lean toward you. [say:But to sustain more plants, I must have more nourishment.]*/
//Red Widows. \PYZdq{}As the most talkative person you\PYZsq{}ve come across, perhaps Iliador can explain things about this place.\PYZdq{}
You have been through plenty of fights and have developed good survival instincts, but beyond your capacity to not get hunted down here, you have limited knowledge of these nests. Iliador happily elucidates.

[say:This is the home of the red widows. All children of the great queen are born among these silken sheets.] He gestures around at the webbed branches and bushes that surround the grove. [say:They were once much more solitary,] he continues, [say:but the queen knew they could build something greater.]

It would be prudent to learn more about the queen, so you press the topic. Iliador, surprisingly, shrugs. [say:I find the mundane spiders far cuter.] He sighs. [say:She was the first drider, and a true apex predator in her youth. It was well before my time.] One has to wonder how old the \PYZbs{}\PYZdq{}first drider\PYZbs{}\PYZdq{} really is. [say:I wouldn\PYZsq{}t know much more about the queen than I\PYZsq{}ve said. She is hardly talkative, and her children know only as much as I.]
//Gardening. \PYZdq{}What exactly is Iliador doing here?\PYZdq{}
The plants around here are varied and interesting, and it begs the question what it\PYZsq{}s all for\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}just his favorite plants, something with specific purpose, what happened to grow nearby regardless that he tends to by circumstance, or anything else. The alraune clasps his hands together with delight.

[say:I would do anything for these spiders, anything at all! And just as my mother before me, I am privileged with producing many plants the driders use for dyeing clothes.] Iliador reaches into his ginger hair and touches a green, spiny bulb, causing it to swell and peel open, dropping a fruit into his grasp. [say:Several of them also enjoy the taste of my cherries. Quite harmless\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}rejuvenating, in fact.] Iliador then places the cherry in his mouth and savors it. [say:I should say they\PYZsq{}re my mother\PYZsq{}s, really. I nourish the stems she left behind, and the flavor I impart is less sweet.] The spiny husk left behind in his hair slowly closes back up, now flat and empty.
//Rest. \PYZdq{}The pleasant scent and comfortable environment invites recuperation.\PYZdq{}
Your time here has not been without exhaustion, you\PYZsq{}d much appreciate recuperating in a non\PYZhy{}hostile location.

Iliador does a half bow. [say:I am your host, you have my blessing to relax here. You may even enjoy some fruit, by all means.]
[Eat] [Decline]
/Decline \PYZdq{}Strange foods are no comfort.\PYZdq{}
/Eat \PYZdq{}The fruit of an alraune will make rest all the more effective.\PYZdq{}
[if (decline) \PYZob{}Mareth is hardly the place to trust new foods in general, so you will abstain from the offer. Iliador nods politely|You accept the offer of your gracious host, and he beckons you close. There is some hesitation, but you come close, merely keeping yourself guarded rather than changing your mind. Iliador leans forward and turns his head. [say:Just poke the bottom of any of those spiny green bulbs in my hair, they\PYZsq{}ll peel open for you.] You comply with the instruction, finding a small red fruit sliding out of the husk. The alraune returns to his previous position and adjusts his orange locks while you examine the cherry\PYZhy{}like orb. Committing to your choice, you place it in your mouth and bite down, finding the juice immediately a hint of sour, a mildly sweet numbing taste, and the reminiscence of tomato. It\PYZsq{}s a hard flavor to compare anything to. It does, however, make you feel quiet pleasant and spirited. Iliador smiles proudly\PYZcb{}], then gestures broadly. [say:Wherever you feel comfortable, sit or lay. Fret not any of the plants, they\PYZsq{}ll live, but please do not harm my precious spiders.]

It takes a minute of wandering to find a space of [if (isMer) \PYZob{}shallow, relatively clean water|relatively dry soft grass\PYZcb{}] that doesn\PYZsq{}t put you off, and you come to rest there with a wave of relief.
[Next] /If first stage of bad end still, pass 20 minutes, otherwise 10. Restore 20 fatigue and 10\PYZpc{} HP, if ate fruit then 50 fatigue and 30\PYZpc{} HP, plus 10 satiety.
After many minutes of basking in the quiet, you feel a good bit better. \PYZob{}show menu for this tile\PYZcb{}
//Fera \PYZdq{}Does the plant\PYZhy{}person know anything about a nature goddess?\PYZdq{}
At the entrance of these nests, you saw a pristinely white fly\PYZhy{}trap plant, as well as other white foliage that parted the otherwise forbidding expanse of web and brush. There are alternative explanations, but there\PYZsq{}s a feeling in your gut that tells you Fera is involved. You pose the topic to the plant\PYZhy{}boy, curious to know what he might tell you.

Iliador\PYZsq{}s eyes widen and his head tilts. [say:Fera is\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}] He stops and seems to ponder. [say:We alraune are borne by the absence of our Goddesses. Wherever a new lineage of alraune first sprouts is where a goddess once breached the soil for one reason or another, and then since left it alone.] The creaking noise of strained plant fibers fill the air. [say:I am many generations removed, my tuber a fleshy, mortal imitation of a divine root. But I feel her. Fera is my great mother. Marae\PYZsq{}s alraune are not likely to be found in this region.]

You find yourself a bit torn between the idle curiosity of alraune species and what Marae\PYZsq{}s may be like, and the core topic of Fera you were looking to investigate from the start. Pondering some of this aloud to him, you get more information in return.

[say:Fera is the sun, the soil, and the cycle. She bore the spiders of this world before history, and I do so adore and love them, moreso than any other of Fera\PYZsq{}s creations. Beautiful creatures. Cute, elegant, and cunning.] His eyes focus on one of the petal widows holding still in the blossoms of a vine overhead. There seems to be little else you can glean from Iliador about divine matters.
//Sex. Req lust \PYZgt{} 30 \PYZdq{}[if (first time) \PYZob{}Sow seed|Spiderjob sounds good to you\PYZcb{}].\PYZdq{} //go to sex doc

////FIGHT.
You are fighting Iliador.
The effeminate male alraune is poised in his flower, standing roughly [if (metric) \PYZob{}a meter|three feet\PYZcb{}] high. His slender body has artificial\PYZhy{}looking white skin that looks closer to wax, garbed in elaborate and layered lavender and while clothing. His copper\PYZhy{}orange hair is interspersed with spiny light green bulbs, and his broad baby\PYZhy{}blue\PYZhy{}petaled flower partially conceals coils of thorns.
///STATS
Like a black velvet with less strength and speed, more HP and intelligence. Spiderkin and drider players deal more lust damage to him and take less non\PYZhy{}lust damage from him. Cannot approach or chase.
///Attacks
//Vine\PYZhy{}swipe. Any range, no cost, basic attack. Chance of bleed. More likely to use if no spider is able to attack the player
Iliador swings his hand and, in turn, a vine hanging overhead swings at you!
//Heal. Targets spiders. On easy difficult, the spider cannot take an action if healed that turn.
Iliador reaches out concerningly toward [the targeted spider], his vines rising up from the grass in the same motion. The spider is grasped by the plant tendrils and adjusts itself, healing rapidly!
//Sundew. Grab attack, deals lust
Reddish\PYZhy{}pink tentacles covered in sticky, fleshy bristles lurch from the grass, misting you in water as they try to grab hold! [if (hit) \PYZob{}You find yourself wrapped up in the embrace and you flush with lustful compulsions.|You leap away before they take hold.\PYZcb{}]
/While grabbed, deal lust
The sticky bristles lather you in a sweet substance as they tense up.
/Escape
Wrestling against the embrace, you manage to split the tentacles apart and start pulling the sticky mess off as you get back into a fighting position.
//HARD MODE: Reinforce. Always triggers if Iliador is feared(terror/whisper). Otherwise at Iliador\PYZsq{}s defeat. Only one time. Clears defeated spiders.
Responding to their master\PYZsq{}s peril, a ferocious looking brown spider skitters in from the brush, attempting to put itself between you and the alraune. This arachnid looks heavy and durable, with and abdomen covered in hard spikes! [if (higher difficult than hard) \PYZob{}You prepare yourself to handle this one, only to sense movement behind you and twist to see yet another large spider! This one is black and green, but fortunately smaller and less intimidating than the other.\PYZcb{}] //If player is distanced from Iliador, Beth is distanced too, staying near Iliador. Tilia appears close to the player no matter what.
////Spider 1: Mallow (Male)
You are fighting Mallow.
The head\PYZhy{}sized petal widow is a mix of pink and white, with its abdomen covered in thin and soft foliage that could make one mistake it for a flower if hidden among the garden. Its chelicerae are poised to pinch.
///STATS
Generally low stats, low lust resist, but good toughness. Will not approach or chase the player.
////Spider 2: Alcea (Male)
You are fighting Alcea.
The dog\PYZhy{}sized, broad\PYZhy{}bodied petal widow is a mix of deep red and mauve, with a pale pink face. The fangs of this spider tuck up under its body to stay out of the way, coming out to an astonishing length when rearing back for a bite.
///STATS
Low toughness, high strength, middling speed. Mildly good lust resist. Uses bite more often
////Spider 3: Roselle (Female)
You are fighting Roselle.
The long and narrow\PYZhy{}bodied petal widow is a vibrant red with a conical\PYZhy{}shaped abdomen that narrows toward its spinneret, looking like some kind of giant strawberry.
///STATS
High speed, middling strength, middling toughness, middling lust resist. Uses webbing more often
////Hard mode, spider 4: Beth (Female)
You are fighting Beth.
The spider before you is a hulk among its kin, the size of a wild wolf and covered in a thick brown carapace with spikes littering its abdomen.
///STATS
Significantly higher armor than other spiders. High strength and toughness. Almost no speed or intelligence. Never webs.
////Nightmare difficulty, spider 5: Tilia (Herm)
You are fighting Tilia.
The black and green spider is half the size of Beth, with a relatively flat, heart\PYZhy{}shaped abdomen. Its pedipalps are tipped with lime bulbs, and all the joints on its body are covered in white bristles.
///STATS
High intelligence, average stats otherwise. Immune to whisper, terror, illusion, chant, and any other mental effect.
////All spiders share attacks unless stated otherwise
///Bite. Basic attack, no cost. Venom from Mallow deals lust over time, the others deal damage. Alcea has no venom, just pure bite damage.
[Themonster] raises its front leg and staggers as it finds an opening, then leaps!
///Web. Ranged, slows player.
[Themonster] raises its abdomen before spraying silk at you.
///Bash. Basic attack, no cost, may stun from Beth. Beth\PYZsq{}s closes distance.
//Beth\PYZhy{}bash
The spiny brown hulk of a spider charges at you! It plants its forelimbs down as it comes near, twisting to swing its spiked abdomen.
//Others
[Themonster] swings one of its legs at you.

/////VICTORY
The alraune and his arachnid pets all crumble to your abilities. In distress and fear, Iliador exclaims, [say:Do not hurt my precious babies!]

The trees all shake and jostle around as thorny vines all over the place clamber to cover and protect the spiders, and as Iliador runs out of free appendages to use, he grunts and strains. You have no time to react before branches are torn down, webs collapse, and the way behind you is blocked off by an entire tree falling! Iliador looks at you with a tearful gaze and then, in turn, falls over as well.

[b:The available pathways of this place have been altered.]

You at least could slake your lusts upon the plant\PYZhy{}boy, if you so desire. His fruits are also ripe for the taking, and you could of course destroy him to prevent future impedance.
[Sex options galore] [Kill] [Leave]
///LOOT.
5 litchi tomatoes. 40 value each, heals 10 satiety, 10\PYZpc{} HP, 10\PYZpc{} fatigue. Reduces sensitivity.
Litchi, Litchi Tomato, \PYZdq{}A small grape\PYZhy{}like fruit with red skin and yellow insides. Refreshing and tasty.\PYZdq{}
/On use
You pop the litchi tomato in your mouth and bite down, flooding your taste buds with a cherry\PYZhy{}like flavor that is slightly sour and reminiscent of tomato. It gives a slight numbing sensation to your tongue, but you find yourself feeling refreshed.
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