A Book by its Cover “…finally the doors were thrust open and with a great howl the spectre faded to nothingness. There, under glass, on a table of marble sat the book. Our priest Narnock cast a spell and determined the book was not trapped. Gently Rafain removed the glass lid and, fingers trembling, reached down and touched the great tome he had spent the last eight years looking for. The book was 3 cubits wide and 4 cubits long, it was black as night and Rafain commented the cover was soft and warm almost as if where made of flesh. I shivered at his words and the glint in his eyes. Slowly with both hands he opened the great book, soon he would learn all to well what dark secrets its pages held…” -Dylan Rambage of Thesely
A Book by its Cover
A Book by its Cover “…finally the doors were thrust open and with a great howl the spectre faded to nothingness. There, under glass, on a table of marble sat the book. Our priest Narnock cast a spell and determined the book was not trapped. Gently Rafain removed the glass lid and, fingers trembling, reached down and touched the great tome he had spent the last eight years looking for. The book was 3 cubits wide and 4 cubits long, it was black as night and Rafain commented the cover was soft and warm almost as if where made of flesh. I shivered at his words and the glint in his eyes. Slowly with both hands he opened the great book, soon he would learn all to well what dark secrets its pages held…” -Dylan Rambage of Thesely