Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180621231754

Deep in the underbelly of Inchesoare, the Twins arrive to the bottom of the grand structure. They stand before a large obelisk in a dark room constructed of the same black stone that comprises the prison. There is no furniture, no gothic decore. It is a all stone, a large spherical room with glyphs littering the walls. The mature Twin walks up to the obelisk and scans over it with her eyes.

“‘Only powerful blood can break the seal’.” She reads the ancient text on the obelisk. “Blood magic cast by the Unseen.... that is why we use their blood.” She turns to look at Marcus. He opens the bag he has slung over shoulder and reaches in. He pulls out four large gallon jars filled with a thick crimson liquid.

The mature Twin grabs the jars one by one, uncorks them and pours the contents into the bowl like top of the obelisk. The liquid drains into a hole in the center of the obelisk’s top. One by one the jars are drained. Suddenly the glyphs on the obelisk shine red, then the room’s glyphs light up as well. There is suddenly a creak, and the room begins to rotate.

Armata suddenly looks in the direction of Inchesoare. He bursts into his smoke and fire form, and flies to the top of a mountain closest to the group. He reforms on the peak to witness the spire itself is turning, shifting. It’s walls and towers moving.