Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161024001616

"He's not making us wait, he waiting on us." I say, keeping my eyes ahead. Reaching the end of the bridge, I push open the doors to the main keep and walk inside. The room is a crossway of multiple stairwells leading to different sections of the castle. Each stairwell has a statue on each side of it at end the banisters that line them. The stairwell to the east has statues of two Knights, their swords planted into the earth. The stairs to the west has statues of sages clutching their spell books, their hands pointed outward as if casting a spell.

The north stairwell has statues of a man, his head is depicted downcast and his body engulfed in flame or shadow. I know the stairwell north leads to Armata, but I sense a powerful magic on the door. As I approach, a wall of magic appears with a glyph on it. A violent flare of magic lashes out at me and damn near fries me. "Well.... that's new."