[color=92278f][i]Do me a favor, fleshy stick, and head towards the arquitetonic marvel that is that pedastal. I desire to acquire the information it contains..."[/i][/color]

[i]Oh,[/i] he thought, [i]you mean the one i don't under-[/i]

[color=92278f][i]Jorde, do not dare to inform me that you don't understand this simple language.[/i][/color]

[i]ok![/i] he stood before the pedestal, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

 [color=92278f][i]Argh! Why must I do everything for you, incompetent dachshund? With my boundless linguistic prowess, you should be able to distinguish this scripture!"[/i][/color]

[i][color=fff79a]"Jorde sweetie, please remember what I've told you before. When doing things with Icathul, at least [u]one[/u] of you needs to think before you act."[/color][/i] chimed in another voice, and Jorde's heart leaped. Mostly because this was one of the few voices that treated him nicely.

Also he liked being called sweetie.

[i]Hii![/i] Jorde cooed awkwardly, finally getting the courage to complete the task Icathul had set for him. He cast his eyes down and examined the strange writing within.

[center][i](Skillcheck roll of 1 failed)[/i][/center]

The magical enchantments protecting the book, combined with the difficulty of using his brain to read words, give Jorde a headache enough to send him into a momentary tizzy.
[center][b] Bid for control![/b][/center]