Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140308205830

(I had a post, and then my computer froze.)

Makoru nodded and help up three fingers, then began tucking them away until he reached zero.

"MARK!" he yelled, leaping from the shadows with his blade drawn as Olaf and Daithi usd their combined strength to knock down the door.

The scene that awaited them was different than what Makoru had expected. Instead of a massive inner chamber, a much smaller room sat before them, looking more like some hermit's study than somewhere used to hold the world's most powerful necromantic artifact. Three worktables hugged the walls on one side of the room, with papers, books, and display cases cluttering almost every inch of the tables. A bookshelf full of more display cases and books was opposite the doorway, and a single chair sat beside it.

However, it was the other side of the room that bought Makoru's attention. A fireplace was built into the wall to their right, with the dying fire illuminating the room with a dim light. In front of the fireplace was a sight that Makoru had feared to lay eyes on.

Hanging from the ceiling was Lorenzo Mede, his neck broken by the noose that held him in the air. Beneath his feet was a display case that looked like it had been forcibly opened, and inside the case lay a folded piece of parchment, yellowed with age.