Each gem has its own timer that starts when you enter the corresponding dungeon branch and stops when you leave it.
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Swirls of dark smoke seem to swirl in the depths of this gem. Countless dark deeds were done in the Dungeon even before Zot seized and remade it, and their dreadful residue now taints every hint of beauty trapped within its confines.
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Unearthly energies gently flow along the surface of this gem, guided by the archmage who first built the Elven Halls. Countless generations of elves flocked to learn from her, but her foremost pursuit was always the perfection of this piece of art.
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Deep within this gem, flowing leaves and swaying branches seem to lurk. And here, a bone picked clean - there, a predator's eyes, staring hungrily out..?
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Though it drips with mud and muck, still a peculiar dignity attaches itself to this gem. The people of the Swamp, who first carried this stone, struggled against insurmountable odds. They failed, but there is much to admire even in the ruin of their efforts.
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As clear and blue as a cloudless sky or a depthless sea, this gem holds its secrets locked within impenetrable depths.
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Sigils of fire burn deep within this gem, symbol of the eternal compact between naga and salamander. Their bond is that of the poison which scourges the impure and the flame which burns away impurity.
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Smooth as a spider's silk, white as the eyes of some crawling thing which has lived too long in the dark, this gem buzzes with a fearful potential. Still, to a certain eye, it possesses a strange allure...
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Odd lights twinkle within the depths of this gem. From what strange stuff is it made, and from what distant land did it travel?
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Many are the treasures of the Ironbound Order, but none older nor more precious than this steel-shining gem. The Vaults were first forged to hold it, and none who gazed within its depths could fault the choice.
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Countless spirits swirl around this gem, shrouding it in a bone-deep chill. Unwelcome in the Good gods' afterlife, they find here a heaven of their own.
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They who smote down Death herself and buried themselves in a Tomb of their own making were not shy of their ambitions. Fain to seize upon baubles and overweening proud, their Lord journeyed into their eternal unrest with this gem upon their breast.
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The stoneborn brought forth this gem from the uttermost depths of the earth as a gift and a warning: beware Zot! That it lies now within Zot's power is a sure proof of the perversity of mortals and fate alike.
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Shining with every colour of the rainbow and a few others besides, some consider this gem 'a bit tacky'. Preposterous!
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