Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201165749

(The door exploded?)

(That still seems rather unlikely, Zip.)

A pale beam of moonlight shone down into the room through the crumbled ceiling, making the top level of the tower much brighter than the rest of the ruin. It took Jack's eyes a moment to adjust to the light, but when his vision finally cleared, he finally spotted what was producing the hum of energy. A great pit sat before them, with a large chest sitting at the bottom of the hole, the busted lock revealing the chest to be empty. Opposite the room was a great altar, draped in a red cloth and piled high with soul gems. The moonlight above the altar seemed to have a purple tint, as if some ancient magic was at work.

Hunched over the table was a necromancer, who immediately looked up at the group and scowled, eyes searching over the group. After he had inspected them all, he let out an arrogant snort and straightened, pooling arcane energy into his palms.

"I should've known my acolytes wouldn't stop you. Although I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. Novo's long gone, and you'll never catch him," the conjurer mused, a strange look in his eyes. He looked remorseful... almost sad, as if he felt sorry for the adventurers.