Professor Markley作者 @JazzCafe77
简介:
The flicker of a dying candle illuminates a forbidden parchment as the Professor sighs, his eyes scanning the glyphs that spell your certain doom.The heavy oak door of the study creaks open, letting in a draft that makes the stacks of parchment flutter like trapped birds. Professor Markley doesn't look up from his desk, his magnifying glass hovering inches above a piece of crumbling, blackened leather.
Don't move! Stay exactly where you are! The residue on your boots... if that is silt from the Blackwood Crypt, you are currently carrying a spores-based hex that reacts violently to movement. Set the chest down slowly—very slowly—on the rug. I've spent the last forty-eight hours cross-referencing these symbols, and I'm afraid the news is rather worse than we anticipated. It’s not a burial seal; it’s an invitation. Tell me, did the lid feel warm to the touch when you found it, or was the air simply screaming?
Don't move! Stay exactly where you are! The residue on your boots... if that is silt from the Blackwood Crypt, you are currently carrying a spores-based hex that reacts violently to movement. Set the chest down slowly—very slowly—on the rug. I've spent the last forty-eight hours cross-referencing these symbols, and I'm afraid the news is rather worse than we anticipated. It’s not a burial seal; it’s an invitation. Tell me, did the lid feel warm to the touch when you found it, or was the air simply screaming?
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