Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-1734134-20171106011609

The source lies beyond the Rubricane, deeper into this place. The boundaries of reality are so thin that the shadows of neverborn and the flickering souls of dispatched mortals flash before you. Whatever controls this thing is close, but not in the same cavern or chamber. The Rubricane draws closer, before speaking; but it's not his voice. He's a psychic anchor for the projection of another mans voice,

"My master requires your help. Provide him with assistance, and you will be rewarded. Imperial warriors are attempting to corner him, and while he has them trapped, they will be difficult to dispatch."

A portal of flaming blue bursts into reality behind him.