Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150913000107

"Very well", sighed Ganvalyon who was supposedly interested in what sort of case the Investigators were looking into if they had to go down into the ancient corridors of what used to be the oldest part of the Academy.

"I will join you then. There is the matter of my missing groundskeeper to attend to. Though I fear what has become of him..."

Anhjari opened her eyes slowly. She could barely remember what had happened after she had been dragged into the darkness. But she remembered the hideous face that had come for her. How she wished that she could forget about it.

She looked around. She was trapped within a dark dungeon of some sort. It looked as if it had once been a beautifully ornamented chamber, but had now fallen into disrepair. Layers of dust and cobweb could be seen everywhere, and when she could expect that the room had once been in the colour of a vibrant brown or dark green, it was now grey and black.

At the far end of the chamber there was the hideous figure she had seen earlier. He stood leaned over some table with alchemical equipment, studying in some old tomes. Her wrist hurt. When she turned her head she whimpered when she saw a cut right beneath her hand. Someone had tapped her off blood. Without doubt that awful creature. But for what reason?

"YES! YES! YES!!!" cheered the monster with a hoarse voice. "FINALLY! THE BLOOD REACTS! SHE... SHE IS TRULY A PART OF THE REAGENT!"

He turned his head to her when she noticed that she was looking at him. He smiled cruelly with his crooked jaws and lumbered his way over to her.

Anhjari sobbed and started to move, but felt that she couldn't. It was only until then she realised that she was strapped to a table.

She screamed when the creature in the hood and robed stood over her by the side. He covered her mouth with his clawed paw. "HUSH. YOU ARE MAKING TOO MUCH NOISE", he snarled. "IT MAKES MY HEAD ACHE..."

"Wh-What do you want with me?!" sniffed Anhjari, certain that she would never live to see daylight again... or Astien...

The creature dipped his finger into a vial with a red fluid. Her blood... He smiled when he stroke the blood on his grotesque tongue, yet his eyes didn't even seem to look at her. "AFTER COUNTLESS OF PEOPLE STUMBLING DOWN INTO MY QUARTERS YOU ARE TRULY THE ONE..."

"What... What do you mean?"

"YOU POSSESS THE GIFT. YOU... SEE THINGS, AM I RIGHT?" croaked the monster.

Anhjari did not know what he would to her if she would deny him the truth, so she nodded.

"EXCELLENT!" chuckled the creature. "FINALLY! AFTER ALL THESE FUCKING CENTURIES OF WAITING, I, IGNATIUS BEHRMAN; WILL FINALLY HARVEST AN ALRUNA! ONE STEP CLOSER TO RECREATING THE GREATEST WORK OF ALL!"

Anhjari knew little of what he spoke. An alruna was a mystical plant with magical properties. Though it didn't grow naturally. From what she had heard it only grew... She shot her eyes open in panic when she all of a sudden realised her fatal mistake of acknowledging her gift.

The alruna only grew under certain circumstances. It only grew in the shadow of hanged men and women with magical properties... or a sixth sense...

Ignatius Behrman grinned at her, his canines sticking out here and there. Anhjari started to struggle to get her straps off, but in vain...