Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221172018

Jack frowned down at Daithi but said nothing as he opened the Book. Black tentacles once again erupted from the pages and ensnared the various members of the group, and Claudius watched in amazement as the adventurers literally disintegrated into words, then the warriors and the book disappeared entirely.

When the group reappeared, the strange landscape of Apocrypha sat before them. Endless mounds of papers and tomes covered the land, and the rest of what was visible was a black, wirthing mass of tentacles. Papers floated around as if blown along by some nonexistant wind, and scryes of all kind lit the path ahead of them.

Jack's eyes darkened. It wasn't often he came to Apocrypha, and with good reason. This place was unnatural. "Come on," he said, beckoning the group to follow him across a mesh bridge that gradually led to a hall made of stone and books.