Sighing in dismay, Nihil sat on the seat of the desk, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath of air. Peering back over to the painting, he paused for a moment before standing up, and in a last ditch effort, he walked up to it and attempted to move it.
Nihil smiled softly at the little floating creature, reaching up and gently tickling its chin. He watched it without a word, moving in closely and whispering into its ear.
Myths are but myths and legends and but legends... But we know the truth, don't we, my little one?... It is believed that the great clock what binds this wraith of death to this world.... So tell me, What controls the clock that controls the monster?...
I pay the painting of Eramus' wife as tribute for my question
After traveling through the passageways for some time you finally make it to another exit but encounter nothing else along the way. When you look out the door the sun is half obscured by the darkness spreading across its
surface. The clock begins to strike out the notes of the hour—great slow beats of a funeral bell that grow louder and louder until the final monstrous note rings out like the voice of a mournful god. People clutch their ears, and some people fall to the floor as 11 monstrous notes are struck. As the ringing in your ears fades, you think that you hear a high and unnatural laugh woven into the aftershock.
Please make awareness checks
What are you doing they are a bit head of you right now.
Gilligan pause a moment focusing his internal energies: invocation 1d100 ⇒ 61 Gilligan opens his eyes. illidans eyes turn black void of any color or signs of life. Eyes peering into the vastly unknown realm of the warp checking the infinite possibilities.