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Master's Foyer is a part of 
The Impervious Door.
4 Characters Here
Salvatore Valentine [4] "My fellows of Tarsus..."
Sebastian Black [4] Things just don't work out right in the end.
Casren Bistreo [4] He's old and insane, wise, but crazy. It's hard to tell, er...which is more an accurate definition. But what is certain, he is a vampire.
Highlord Dorant Magthulia [3] Pray that he comes in peace, for you will not survive war with him.
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“
Utterly fascinating. It is as if I was in the bowels of a fortress designed by the Earth Lord themselves...
”
Dorant came into the room, clutching half his robes hiked over his pants in his haste. The old man dropped them immediately upon entering the new area and became fascinated by the walls, throwing all caution to the wind and muttering nonstop as he investigated the new scenery.
His behavior, and the language he spoke, was disconcerting with the image he presented. He seemed to be muttering absolute nonsense, as though speaking a made up language. And while that may leave him seeming harmless, one could not help but remember the item he acquired from the golem, the fang of a creature, almost as long as a broadsword, that he called a "baby Tooth"
that anything could have a tooth that large and still be considered an infant was concerning to be sure, but why would a seemingly daft old man have such an item represent his abilities?
His behavior, and the language he spoke, was disconcerting with the image he presented. He seemed to be muttering absolute nonsense, as though speaking a made up language. And while that may leave him seeming harmless, one could not help but remember the item he acquired from the golem, the fang of a creature, almost as long as a broadsword, that he called a "baby Tooth"
that anything could have a tooth that large and still be considered an infant was concerning to be sure, but why would a seemingly daft old man have such an item represent his abilities?
Master peered out from the darkness, his physical raiment unfurling throughout. The door had been opened, as the echoes of footsteps rumbled throughout his halls. Alighieri had already made his way to this realm, it seemed, and the void wouldn't be far behind.
He inhaled with a cool breeze, taking in the fresh Terran air flowing in from the mountains beyond. Never the least, he had work to do — onwards, into the deep.
He inhaled with a cool breeze, taking in the fresh Terran air flowing in from the mountains beyond. Never the least, he had work to do — onwards, into the deep.
Casren Bistreo heard someone breathe.
"What was that?!" He chirped to the others from where he had safely perched. It seemed he was stuck in bat-form for now. His chirps were translatable by any babelfish or magic-touched individual. Otherwise making out the words would be difficult. Not impossible, though.
Casren watched Dorant study the walls. They were indeed covered with all sorts of inscriptions. Imagery larger than life.
"What was that?!" He chirped to the others from where he had safely perched. It seemed he was stuck in bat-form for now. His chirps were translatable by any babelfish or magic-touched individual. Otherwise making out the words would be difficult. Not impossible, though.
Casren watched Dorant study the walls. They were indeed covered with all sorts of inscriptions. Imagery larger than life.
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