[b][u]On an eternally distant planet, in an eternally distant universe, and an eternally distant time...[/u][/b] [b]A man sits in a small room. An inn maybe? He is shrouded be a large cloak, mostly black, with a few dark purple highlights. There are no light bulbs, or any sense of technology whatsoever within the room. The only source of light, and very dim one at that, is a small candle on a crude wooden table. The man paced silently for a few moments, looking over the table. There was a small book, perhaps even a tome, etched into its front was a symbol resembling a pentagram, but not exactly alike. The color of both covers was quite similar to those on the mysterious man's garb. To the left of the time lie a wooden bowl, a decorative, yet still sharp stone dagger, and multiple herbs. To the right was a scroll, written in an incomprehensible language, held down by an ink well and a stone. The man sits on a short wooden stool, directly in front of the table, gazing at the straw bed to his right for a moment before focusing his vision.[/b] [???] "Okay... Okay. You got this." [b]A few moments pass, as he looks as if he is straining to listen.[/b] [???] *grumbles* "[i]We[/i] have this..." [b]He looks towards the scroll. Unintelligible text lines the entire left side, and the bottom right. The top right portrays a hooded figure atop a horse, wielding a scythe. The scroll seems to be written on something very outdated... Animal hide perhaps? This artifact was surely ancient.[/b] [???] "What is a... A caption?" [b]He grabs his head in pain, then points to the bottom right portion of text.[/b] [???] "This part?" "Okay... I- it says something about eqītùm mortêm..." [b]He clutches his head with both hands, and a thin stream of blood drips from his nose.[/b] "YES! I'll translate... Just stop yelling..." "The horseman of death... This etching is... The real thing." "The rest? I'll get right on it..." [spoiler]closed.[/spoiler]