He stands in front of the ruins, a place he's explored in depths. From the street, it doesn't appear to be much - the burned-out, abandoned shell of a building that has been disused for years, perhaps decades. The skeleton of the building is still intact, which speaks of the strength of this place.
Still, it's not the building he's interested in, but rather, what lies underneath it.
He had stumbled across this place almost by accident, wandering back from the cemetary one night, and decided to explore the place. He's always liked poking about ruins - some of the most interesting things can often be found in htem, and this one was no exception. There had been no valuable trinkets or hidden bits of magic or weapons or...well, anything, really. What had been found here was more valuable to him - and to his newest acquaintance - than any treasure.
Underneath this place was an underground compound the likes of which he had never before enountered. Not just passages, but several rooms, lit by a system that consisted of carefully aligned mirrors which transferred sunlight into the catacombs below. He had also found wall-mounted candelabras which had lit themselves as he passed them - though, oddly, there had been no candles in them.
Whoever had owned this place last had been not only smart, but had some pretty decent magical skills at their command.
He stpes forward into a flickering of violet light, and an instant later he is the wolf, pacing forward onto the grounds to sit in front of the building, facing the street. He settles in to wait for his newest associate, the one whom is bringing him what rightfully belongs to him.
Still, it's not the building he's interested in, but rather, what lies underneath it.
He had stumbled across this place almost by accident, wandering back from the cemetary one night, and decided to explore the place. He's always liked poking about ruins - some of the most interesting things can often be found in htem, and this one was no exception. There had been no valuable trinkets or hidden bits of magic or weapons or...well, anything, really. What had been found here was more valuable to him - and to his newest acquaintance - than any treasure.
Underneath this place was an underground compound the likes of which he had never before enountered. Not just passages, but several rooms, lit by a system that consisted of carefully aligned mirrors which transferred sunlight into the catacombs below. He had also found wall-mounted candelabras which had lit themselves as he passed them - though, oddly, there had been no candles in them.
Whoever had owned this place last had been not only smart, but had some pretty decent magical skills at their command.
He stpes forward into a flickering of violet light, and an instant later he is the wolf, pacing forward onto the grounds to sit in front of the building, facing the street. He settles in to wait for his newest associate, the one whom is bringing him what rightfully belongs to him.