The doorway lay behind you so you make your way there. Out of the Necromancers living quarters and into his domain. Which one is better?, you ask yourself. Oh well, my purpose defeats my fear.
You stop briefly at the door to see the ageless mage step out of sight and into another room. Glad to be away from the Master of Necril you open the door with a nudge and step into the stuffy corridor that leads you on your way to the Great Library on the fourth floor.
Ah, the Great Library. It is said that the Factor's spellbook is located there along with those that held the position of Master of Necril before him. The wonderous and deadly spells exult you. With them in your hands you could lead new adventures. Adventures that might enable you to sit with the powers themselves!
Your thoughts reeled as you stepped onto something with an almost inaudiable crunch. As you look down you hear a tiny squeak and a small fuzzy face looks up at you. The face of a small rat. The face of a small and terrifingly ugly rat. Although there seemed to be something more. Somewhat of an intelligence held within its gaze. As you peer down, the rodent peers up at you.
"What do you want?! And why don't you get the f@$k off my tail, berk before I get a real cutter after you!"
Your eyes widened at the sight of a speaking rat but you concluded that there has been much stranger during the course of your brief stay in Limbo.
"I'm looking for the Great Library," you mutter. Quite proudly as well, seeing how you had never spoken to a rat before.
"Well, it's down those stairs over there and if you weren't a guest here I'd have the East Siders all over your a$$! So be on your way and get off my tail!!"
With a jerk you remove your leather boot from the creatures tail and pause while it curses at you in several different tongues.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. If you want to get out of this hell then you can go to Avon Dezna, the Vortex Spider, and beg the use of one of her portals. They will take you anywhere in the planes," he said with a smirk. "I may the powers take you to the Abyss with her," he muttered very quietly. "And if you need to speak to the Master and that addle-coved zombie isn't around just call on Raz of the East Side. Don't pay any attention to those rats on West Side either they are just scum unlike us rodents." And with that he skittered into a crack in the wall.
Damn, what an experience. Rat gangs?! What kind of place is this?
Shaking of a hilarious scene of two rats battling it out, you spy a wooden door strung closed by thick cobwebs. Avon Dezna's? or down the stairs?
