D1ngo

I, Art Mephas, am under attack. I have sheltered myself in a broken world. I did not understand the implications of doing this. This place is dangerous, reality is warped, and the being causing this did not take kindly to my meddling. This world had few safe havens left, so I offered my services to those poor souls left to squirm futilely on their own. I have broken the reality of a few key places. Offered safety to the bereft. But it will not save them. Even as I write this, the walls are shaking as the genius loci weakens. The charred bones smash against the walls here. I will not survive, so I write my last word and will. All I have written will go to the library. All my artifacts will go to my brother, to use as he sees fit. And with this final favor from an old friend of mine, I send this scroll to your hands, my dear. You know the hidden ways as well as I, so I ask of you something terrible. Seal them. They have burnt through my last ward. They will come for all of you too, in time, but you can prepare. Thank you, and goodbye.