Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731005325

The magnesium is activated by a spell. The criscrossing lines melt the bottom of the enormous rock, causing the top of it to fall and tumble down. Ibrahim waves his hand, an icy gust cooling the red-hot cut stone. When the steam clears, the opening looms, an unreal light emanating from inside.

Ibrahim takes a deep breath, shaking slightly. "Well, this is it.  Five years of research and this is..." He pauses. "I'll go ahead."

Slowly,  he steps through the aperture into the strangely glowing room, Hound close behind him.

The chamber is large, as large as the one before, and unadorned. No runes line its walls. In the middle of the room, as high as a man is tall, floating in the air, is a stone, sharp and black. And shimmering around the stone, it floats, the Wound of the Planes.

The Glyph of Thure.

But it seems...bigger than Hound remembers. Somehow...

"My gods..." Ibrahim says. He simply stands there. "My gods in heaven..."

He walks towards the Glyph, staring at it as he does so. Regina stands by Hound, trembling. Ibrahim extends his hand as he comes closer...

(Does Hound interfere, or does he allow history to continue as it originally did?  Think carefully on what Alcamarie said, as you have now changed the course of history...)