Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170316003139

Various daemonic entities lurk in the shadows - ranging from entities constructed from abstract, flashing shapes to hissing serpentine fiends that slink away as they realise they've been discovered. A few remain, drifting, floating and watching intently. One, a metal, bird like thing, watches from atop the bookcase Torki is inspecting, flexing it's wings and glaring down at you.

Torki's leg quickly heals. What was once a crushed, shattered, bloody ankle becomes like liquid for a moment before returning to a renewed state. The flesh is pinkish and soft and takes a few more moments before returning to its normal shade.

Among the vast library of tomes and books, you're able to find a thick, black tome written in high gothic. Within the cover is the image of some sort of Inquisitor, a middle aged woman with a bionic eyes and dirty blonde hair. Her name has been scratched out, but a quick skim of the book reveals the craft was in her ownership dates back to sometime around m.37.