Quietly, Stealthily, Wesker opened the door to the classroom once again. His eyes darted around what little was revealed through the cracked portal, taking in Vlad's back while she tended to her skeletons. This was reckless, why was he doing something so... So in-advisably risky? If he got caught that might be the end of it, but he just, had to know.
Sliding into the room, Wesker's eyes continued to dart around before landing on the block of flesh and paper that was Vlad's grimiore. Careful steps carries the obsessed spider towards it, his eyes locked on the necromancer's position. This is insane, I should just stop and leave, no one the wiser. I'm not even going to be able to read this probably, nor am I a magician, this information is useless to me.
Even as he thought this he was untangling the finger bones from each other, undoing the clasp. Slowly lifting leather and paper to one of the early pages revealed that it was indeed in a strange, unfamiliar language. A panic rushed over Wesker, as he shot his sight around for something, anything, he could use to translate the writing. Why? Why am I doing this? Why is it so important?
Beforelong, Wesker found several translation guides for languages previously unknown to him. Elven, undercommon, draconic, that one looked right. As if possessed Wesker rapidly began flipping through the dictionary. No longer caring about stealth, his expression not even his own at this point, He read out the words as he found them. "ricin mamiss mahte ominak ominak"
Muttering the words under his breath, Wesker realized the last two words were 'Name', perhaps meant to stand in for a persons name, or some such. The page of the grimiore flared up with magic, and Wesker instinctively covered his eyes with his arm to block out the blinding light...
I hope this works, if there's an issue just let me know and I can change it
@"Evelyn Pierce"
@"Delta-Kun"
@"Poptart"
@"Paradox"
@"ReD"
@"hyperhurricane"
Sliding into the room, Wesker's eyes continued to dart around before landing on the block of flesh and paper that was Vlad's grimiore. Careful steps carries the obsessed spider towards it, his eyes locked on the necromancer's position. This is insane, I should just stop and leave, no one the wiser. I'm not even going to be able to read this probably, nor am I a magician, this information is useless to me.
Even as he thought this he was untangling the finger bones from each other, undoing the clasp. Slowly lifting leather and paper to one of the early pages revealed that it was indeed in a strange, unfamiliar language. A panic rushed over Wesker, as he shot his sight around for something, anything, he could use to translate the writing. Why? Why am I doing this? Why is it so important?
Beforelong, Wesker found several translation guides for languages previously unknown to him. Elven, undercommon, draconic, that one looked right. As if possessed Wesker rapidly began flipping through the dictionary. No longer caring about stealth, his expression not even his own at this point, He read out the words as he found them. "ricin mamiss mahte ominak ominak"
Muttering the words under his breath, Wesker realized the last two words were 'Name', perhaps meant to stand in for a persons name, or some such. The page of the grimiore flared up with magic, and Wesker instinctively covered his eyes with his arm to block out the blinding light...
I hope this works, if there's an issue just let me know and I can change it
@"Evelyn Pierce"
@"Delta-Kun"
@"Poptart"
@"Paradox"
@"ReD"
@"hyperhurricane"