It was shown in Nolan Parnell’s relatively quick research that this facility had apparently had something to do with experimentation… more specifically experimentation of like-humans, animals and kelvics. The Acolyte nodded, more to herself than to anyone else; there were not many reasons that something would be built underground, or have a section of a facility built underground, so she had had her suspicions, and was very glad that Parnell had decided to accompany the Black Sun on this excursion – he could prove to continue to be useful. “I don’t need details, Parnell, I am no master poison crafter. But I thank you for your assistance.”
The Acolyte watched with fascination as the poison crafter pulled out what looked like a dart and added a few droplets of the contents of it to the remnants of blood. She could see the reaction and her curiosity was piqued; it was highly doubtful that a poisoner would store crafting equipment in darts; that was a weapon of a sort, and he had used it to determine whether or not they were looking at kelvic blood. “What poison could you possibly have that could determine the properties of a blood sample?” Her voice was low, quiet enough that the Ebonstryfe soldiers and other two citizens could not hear, but it was firm enough that Nolan would know he had no choice but to answer.
In the other room, Evelyn too began to examine the shelves, though most of what she saw was little more that dust and disintegrated works. Any loose pages which had not fallen apart had had the cursive fade with time – there was nothing but yellowed parchment to recover. “A shame these ruins were not found decades ago… perhaps there might have been something to salvage then…” the woman sighed.
Attention focused on carefully picking up a piece of paper and trying to seeing if she might be able to see anything on it, she did not see the silvery orb slip out of the room. Barely murmuring in response to Miro’s words, the guard leaned in with the torch in order to give her better light. Her eyes gleamed brightly as, eventually, she could squint enough to make out very faint cursive. But the torch was being held too low, and it took less than a chime for the parchment to go up in flames. “Blake! Does your incompetence know no limits!?” The woman shouted at the man as she dropped the quickly burning piece of paper. She had known these men for a long time and, whilst they would enjoy a jest, they were both well trained – and Blake was not capable of such folly.
Behind her, the lone Parnell stood. In synchronisation with the Acolyte’s angry words, Parnell would find himself struck by the same affliction as the soldier Blake. A hidden spectre, or many, lurked, and had been watching, waiting. Without warning the soulmist of one of these spectres, barely visible in the low light of the torches, forced itself through Parnell’s every orifice, and it began the battle to gain control of the poison crafter’s astral being.
Meanwhile, as Miro moved forward, through the next door, he would see a long, curved corridor, which had approximately five doors. All but one of the doors were closed and all lined the wall on his right. He couldn’t see the end of the corridor from where he stood.
NoteTake it that’ a “no” on the map front?
Ino – this ghost has very high Possession, just so as you know

