arclung's Lair

the sound of moth-wings and clawed paws echoes tinnily in the shrine’s rotting library, dark save for where the open sky holes let in the static drizzle of lightning-infused rain. you thought you knew what you were getting into when you snuck past the keepers.
but you didn’t.
oh, you didn’t.


TABLE OF CONTENTS:

1. the scribes.
2. the entries.