Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20140617084929/@comment-24563703-20140625154057

Clock found it harder and harder to remember the schools geography as they amlessly meandered through the remains of class rooms and hallways. Finally they took a break in the library which seemingly was the only room that had taken the least damage. "Wow, even in an "explosion?" liturature still refused to die" Clock said holding a slightly damaged book.

From the library they exited the school building and out into the quad. The yellow grass crunched under their feet as they walked. "Oh! I have an idea! If we head back to the dorm building, we could go search my room and see if any of my 'special' books are in there. Heck looking through them we might find a restoration ritual or something. . . and that would be of no use. The most it would do is repair the school. Sadley lives can not be so easily restored or replaced."

Clock slumped onto the ground. Thinking for a minute he then said, "I suppose we could at least learn why the spell did what it did. That would at least tell us why the schools in shambles and there are dead bodies lying aroud every once and a while."