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The damp and festering sewers below Britain, a feat of human engineering shadowed by the rats the bats the bile and scum that flows through it’s dank and narrow passages. A perfect place for things to be forgotten , a perfect place for things to be hidden. A figure scurries among the rats on a narrow walkway, his steps sounding like a hammer to an anvil in the darkness, staggering he grips the wall after nearly staggering into the river of toxic matter. It has been months since he has used these legs finally something from the world above had roused his interest…

A small pool of water has formed before his feet, dripping from the cracks in the arched ceiling, with a hiss the figure looks down, clearly vexed by what it sees. Beyond the tattered and stained robes a skeletal face with a coarse dry mass of skin stretched partially over it, two empty eye sockets with faint pinpoints of energy in each. Portions of hair totally missing or knotted revealing portions of the skull fester and decay as maggots and various crawling insects feast on what they can.

Rousing himself from the wall again he begins to walk again into a wide chamber filled with damp books piled in the center of room along with spell components and various other relics from his past…a few magic words uttered and several candles ignite revealing a horrid scene. The walls are covered in what seems to be writings, the sewers’ bile his ink the walls his parchment. He throws himself onto the floor glancing to each of the walls repeating the words written like some insane mantra his voice a raspy hiss marred by odd screeches and clicks:

‘Elizebeth….Ivae”
“Elizebeth….Ivae”
“Elizebeth…Ivae”

Turing to yet another wall:

“Bailos…Zalar…Aragothias”
“Bailos…Zalar…Aragothias”
“Bailos…Zalar…Aragothias”

“Umbra…Umbra…Umbra”
“Umbra…Umbra…Umbra”

To the third wall:

“Azalin…Admoreth…Nizar…Levas”
“Azalin…Admoreth…Nizar…Levas”
“Azalin…Admoreth…Nizar…Levas’

finally looking to the ceiling of the chamber a large dripping mural is painted in fecal matter, it seems to be a large beast or demon holding a skull looking down, odd writing and “Axaris” written around it in a circular pattern at least sixty or so times.

“Yes yes…the stage is set *coughs* And so now I must take it…yes as you have shown me…exactly as you have shown me. She will be mine…they will be mine!”

Darrien barks out amid a coughing fit.

Looking down he begins to trace what seem to be “blue prints” upon the slimy cobble stone floor all the time rocking back and forth his bones creaking repeating:

“I am a god…
I am a god…
I am a god…
I am a god…
I am a god..”