The magick tome, still laying open in the bend of his folded legs, clamps shut on Wraith’s nose when he tries to nudge it away. It isn’t malicious in its intent, only childishly stubborn, for it doesn’t have an interest in returning to the shelves where it belongs but instead making itself a home in the cotton cradle of Francisco’s supply satchel. Understandably, Francisco is hesitant to add the book to his collection but does so at Wraith’s behest. The library is left in dis...

At the foot of a crumbling citadel, a lone courser stands, its attention directed skyward towards a skillfully crafted effigy that depicts an aged dwarven man spewing molten lava from his yawning mouth. Now he understands why this place is called what it is, for the heat down here is so intense it wouldn’t have much of a problem melting down tungsten if given the chance, and he wonders why anyone would be stupid enough to stay down here for longer than necessary. Even he, who can tou...

Deep down where the devils cannot reach them, there is a study guarded by a sequence of wary watchers. This is a place he wouldn't dare venture to on his own. It worries not about the guardians, for they worry not about him, but the descent down into the skeletal remains of the library is treacherous for someone without sight to bring them here. The grand spiral staircase leading down into the overgrown lobby threatened to give out underneath him with every step, the wood rotted away b...