Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160805025935

Praetor has now been backed into a wall.

"All right, lads.  Remember the rules.  Once you've gotten your hits in, pass on and let the next sod have his go.  No sense in bloodying your knuckles over this one." The Dwarves close in for the brawl, and Praetor readies his mailed fists...

A glow appears from above. One of the Dwarves looks up. "What in blazes..."

Everyone looks skyward. A burning sky, sickly and orange, spreads slowly across the night clouds, like an edge of burning parchment. A glow from deep within, roiling, rumbling slowly, difficult to look at. A sickly sky, a reflection of a dark desire. An end to a time that is neither day nor night.

Everyone stands transfixed, watching the transformation as midnight slowly turns to a time between times. One of the Elves breaks into a run...



"It's not far from here, as vaults go," Bale says. "Perhaps ten minutes."

"We should consider copying the Codex elsewhere," Melandil says. "This place is now compromised, and you know Wulf will be back, and in numbers we cannot withstand."

"Id like to see him try and - "

The Ranger catches up. "Milord Melandil, there's...a..."

"What is it, man? Speak!"

"The sky, serah.  I...can't explain it.  It's..."

Without another word, the group runs back to the breach. Several Dwarves have already erected rope ladders and are climbing to get a better look.