<strong>Who:</strong>Iwora Laiph<br/><strong>For:</strong>Nyarlathotep<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Catacombs<br/><strong>When:</strong>Unspecified time of day<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps the old god was expecting a very talented, power-driven student with a knack for mischief and breaking rules. Or even better, a group of very talented, power-driven students, filled with curiosity and awe for the forbidden, who have heard the legend in some form or another and decided to see for themselves if and what about it was true.<br/><br/>The old god shouldn’t be picky, after all, no one had even came close to the dark dwelling for over nine decades..what could have twisted fate so much and change this peaceful continuation of events (or better said, lack of it), to disturb his eternal boredom? Why nothing less than the same thing which drove the superficial Iwora Laiph into the basements in the first place: greed. She had heard from a fellow teacher, the only one she hanged around with most of the time and could honestly call friend, that there might be treasures burried under the Academy. The cherry flavored slime couldn’t wait to start treasure hunting with him – literally – and decided to give the basements a visit before he got his tools together and prepared for the actual digging. She told herself that this was actually for the sake of education. How could she pride herself as a good Geography teacher if she didn’t even know the Academy like the back of her hand?<strong>All</strong>of it.<br/>Well, this was highly comfortable and enjoyable. The darkness and all those dark corners she could creep into... Iwora didn’t sense the cold and in fact, if you asked her, she didn’t even sense that something was off with the place. Terribly off. And she wasn’t even near the sealed door, just entering the basements  where cobwebs and dust seemed to rule the place.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Why haven’t I chose this place for my classroom?</strong></span>she asked herself dumbfounded and intrigued at the same time by the general atmosphere. Iwora didn’t even bother to bring a source of light with her, naturally accustomed as she was to night vision and using her heightened tactile senses to discern the obstacles. She never wore any clothes and the closest thing she had to that particular concept was changing her own body to look like a dress when she was in the mood for it. Considering fabric usually ended up moist and filled with goo on her body, wearing clothing of any sort didn't make too much sense.<br/><br/>There were piles and piles of old furniture and junk, which she avoided easily, slipping through the cracks, taking her time to explore and check out if they held anything worthwhile. It became rather disappointing as time passed by, not finding anything remotely close to “treasure”. Or perhaps a way deeper into the ground. And time seemed to move different in here…Iwora couldn’t even remember how many minutes had passed since she entered the basements. Nor what route she took in the first place. Which was odd, considering her skills.<br/>