lilithcrossbones
With a deep rumble, the slabs sink into the obsidian surface..
Published: September 26th 2025, 3:19:47 am
With a deep rumble, the slabs sink into the obsidian surface. The runes across the twin doors ignite with violet fire, glowing brighter and brighter until the light sears your eyes. Dust and shards of stone rain down as the massive doors groan open, splitting just enough for you to slip through. The stale air that rushes out is heavy with decay, yet charged with arcane energy as if the chamber has been sealed for centuries, guarding what lies within.
Beyond is a sanctum swallowed in shadow. Towering pillars carved with spider motifs flank the path ahead, their webs etched in silver that gleams faintly in the dark. Strange cocoons hang from the ceiling, shifting slightly as if something inside still stirs. At the center of the room rests an altar of black stone, cracked but still imposing. Resting upon it, bound in silk and bone clasps, is the object of your quest: the Grimoire of Lolth. Its cover seems alive, shifting faintly as if breathing, the runes etched into it glowing with a faint, malevolent pulse.
The silence is oppressive. Yet as you step forward, the faint sound of skittering legs whispers from the shadows overhead.
How do you wish to proceed?