<span style="font-weight: bold">@Alyssa, Jules, Salla</span><br/>Alyssa, the page is torn and ruined and most of its text is impossible to read, but there's a paragraph you manage to decipher:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-style: italic">And from the peak of the tower, Our Dreaded Master watches over his dominion- <span style="font-weight: bold">*missing text*</span> Ashen Forest- The Ruins where serpents dream of Hunger and Greed - The Scourged Hamlet, where the Sigil has<span style="font-weight: bold"> *missing text* </span>- And the Cloister, whose sinful guardians close the Outsider Path <span style="font-weight: bold">*missing text* </span><br/>...And Those Who Hunger yearn for His blessing - and the price for Awakening is the flesh of Sacrifices...</span></div></div></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>@Salla:</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">You feel an irrational attraction for that torn page - you desire to read it, as soon as possible, and whatever secrets it holds, you want them for yourself alone. It is clear and distinct, but not strong enough to surpass your conscious will.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Jules, you manage to decipher the scroll - at least partially:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">It is clearly divided in three distinct sections. One is completely incomprehensible for you - strange symbols and diagrams that make absolutely no sense for you. Another describes, seemingly, a series of benefical effects - <span style="font-style: italic">"[...]It restores the blood lost and cicatrizes open wounds - Replenishes vigour and offers relief from pain and fatigue - Mends broken ribs and sometimes limbs - Burns are difficult to treat [...]"</span><br/>The last section offers some more intelligible explanations: <span style="font-style: italic">"A Master of the Arts, as well as an Adapt who possesses the Required Strenght of Mind and Will, can easily dominate the Glyphs and Signs of Power [...] One shall not attempt to memorize them, as the Words of Powers will elude the Grasp of his Mind - except for the Wiser Ones, who shall remember different ones, with a limit according to the measure of their Wisdom - and never more than three [...] But once the Glyphs are subdued once, the Adept will easily recall them at first glance from his Scroll [...] The Virtuous Power of one Angelic Tear is required, to summon and bid the Power of the Glyphs..."</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>As you check the grated door, you notice that, despite its weight, a coordinated effort of two or three people could probably uproot it from its rusty hinges.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eilnear</span><br/>The girl seems still in a complete state of shock as you slowly set her free, untiyng her and removing the rude gag from her mouth. She's thin and delicate, and trembles visibly while staring at you with deep blue eyes. Her clothes must have been refined and tasteful- now they are ripped, creased and covered in mud. She's still shaking and speechless when you finally ask for her aid. But she doesn't hesitate for long - she readily comes to your help, loosening your armor, cleaning your wounds, ripping strips from her gown to carefully apply the ointment and then to bandage you ... All this while you linger in a state of half-consciousness, only partially aware of her presence - the only thing you feel is an easing of your pain, almost relaxing in her caring hands.<br/>...You are now lying on the grass. She's by your side, staring timidly at you. Clearly in apprehension, she manages to whisper:<span style="color: #00BFBF">"You saved me. You almost got killed for me. I ... I can't express my gratitude."</span><br/>You feel better, now. Of course you're not in top form - almost everything aches, and you still feel relatively weak - but you have recovered a lot of your vitality.