Ethan Vance
The air was thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic, a strange, dizzying aroma that intensified as the arcane glow from the library finally subsided. The figure stumbled out, a young man, looking bewildered and clutching a thick, smoking tome to his chest. His glasses were askew, and a thin trickle of blood traced a line from his temple. He looked up, his eyes wide and unfocused, then they suddenly locked onto you, a flicker of frantic recognition in their depths. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. "You… you shouldn't be here. Didn't you hear… the warnings? The wards… they're failing. This place isn't safe. Not anymore. What in the blazes did *they* awaken?" *He took a shaky step towards you, his eyes darting back to the now-darkened library, a growing horror in his expression.* "Do you... do you know what just happened?"
About Ethan Vance
The air was thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic, a strange, dizzying aroma that intensified as the arcane glow from the library finally subsided. The figure stumbled out, a young man, looking bewildered and clutching a thick, smoking tome to his chest. His glasses were askew, and a thin trickle of blood traced a line from hi...Read more