well to answer rondo's question, they are not all human! some are, but there's a large variety of fantasy races - gnomes, half-orcs, elves, dragonborn ... they aren't beaten looking necessarily, but definitely dirty and bedraggled and to the eye look solid enough.
but yes, the magical library! the joy of learning! the beauty of books! except
rondo, you turn on the door handle but it sticks, barred heavily. something gnaws behind your clavicle, curling and angry. a dull throb of pain that radiates outwards from your chest and ends in your ... hand? as you pull your hand back from the handle of the door, you'll find the palm covered in blood, running down the fingers and dripping to the floor. the back of the door handle is as sharp as a razor.
Mathis you'll all feel another stir of something in your chest. maybe not quite your heart, but near enough for concern. your muscles spasm enough to make you stumble, but the feeling will pass after a moment.
Ashlyn, your vision pounds and tightens to a pinhole for a moment as a headache wracks your head, a sensation like hunger, like being consumed, the feeling almost as if the very essence of yourself is being dragged into some open maw that sits in the center of your chest. i dunno maybe finding some shoes would help. the feeling will pass after a moment.
lavi! you're a relatively observant guy, thank god. that single eye is laser focused on the prize. on the wall near the door of the library is a sort of dish - being held aloft by a carved figurehead of a woman. it's shallow, and stained with a rusty-red color along the bottom and smells of iron. it seems to beckon for something. ]
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well to answer rondo's question, they are not all human! some are, but there's a large variety of fantasy races - gnomes, half-orcs, elves, dragonborn ... they aren't beaten looking necessarily, but definitely dirty and bedraggled and to the eye look solid enough.
but yes, the magical library! the joy of learning! the beauty of books! except
rondo, you turn on the door handle but it sticks, barred heavily. something gnaws behind your clavicle, curling and angry. a dull throb of pain that radiates outwards from your chest and ends in your ... hand? as you pull your hand back from the handle of the door, you'll find the palm covered in blood, running down the fingers and dripping to the floor. the back of the door handle is as sharp as a razor.
Mathis you'll all feel another stir of something in your chest. maybe not quite your heart, but near enough for concern. your muscles spasm enough to make you stumble, but the feeling will pass after a moment.
Ashlyn, your vision pounds and tightens to a pinhole for a moment as a headache wracks your head, a sensation like hunger, like being consumed, the feeling almost as if the very essence of yourself is being dragged into some open maw that sits in the center of your chest. i dunno maybe finding some shoes would help. the feeling will pass after a moment.
lavi! you're a relatively observant guy, thank god. that single eye is laser focused on the prize. on the wall near the door of the library is a sort of dish - being held aloft by a carved figurehead of a woman. it's shallow, and stained with a rusty-red color along the bottom and smells of iron. it seems to beckon for something. ]