Curiosity killed the cat...

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "You would think that having your dreams eaten would teach you to leave well enough alone." The voice did not seem to come from anywhere in particular, but as Jigano glanced down at the pages, he would see the ink crawling across the page, forming the very words spoken to him. They continued, moving at a pace easy enough for the bard to read. Though if he didn't care to read them, the voice would whisper them into his ear. "You trespass, bard. Do you want to know so badly? Very well. Let me tell you a story." Ink bled, black and glistening, across the pages of the book, until it was saturated completely. And from within that blackness tendrils of fabric snaked out, snatching about Jigano's wrists and neck, wrapping about his mouth, and dragging him head over heels into the text. He would fall. And fall. Endlessly, until the ground came up to meet him in a strange, soft whump. Snow. It was snowing, and it was pitch dark. Around Jigano an ancient street would appear, the architecture utterly foreign, impossible to place. "Walk."