Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180404040922/@comment-26178112-20180519024218

"Good, no witnesses."

in this library there was a painting, a painting of Pope Innocent X to be exact, according to the little "GPS instructions" His friend was giving him... He had to tear open the painting... So he did with a boxknife...

Through this painting was a large chamber, it cant be seen from the outside, just a small taste of what this room is for... An old, weathered, with more bookcases, all of these ranging from holy magic books to magic of the worst calibur... But that was not what Azmodhai was here for.

On the other end of the room was an object, covered with a tarp, remvoing this tarp revealed a statue, two statues, actually, both in the geometricl, symmetrical shape of a wicked looking bird... There was some space between them.

"Now... Repeat after me..."

"Tamedener tabendef, tebirus munirp amrof ovivnoc retedgre."

Outside, a pair of thugs were talking about the wierd look the pavement has around that old abandoned library, after all, they were right there... when suddenly it began to shift, as the thugs lept from shigting brick to shifting brick, they looked back.

What can almost be described as a circular stairwell formed around the abandoned library, the library remained- Floating in blackness... But their curiosity got the better of them, they were too curious and close to the pit to survive the first wave.

The first wave is always the most painful, hordes of misshapen things crawl out of the ground, biting, tearing, thrashing at skin like a swarm of insects.

"good, good... Continue."

"What is this really doing?" Jack was totally unaware of the outside from within this chamber.

"Its giving us the advantage we need."