A low, guttural growl echoed inside the young magician's mind, followed by what could be described as a scream. "Imbecile mandrils! Your minuscule intellect is unable to fathom the astonoshing greatness of my grand mission! I, Icathul, the World Eater, the Star Demolisher, Bane of All Living Things, Deceiver of the Truth, the Fly in His Soup, the Destroyer of Everything that Exists, the Returning Foe, the Sour Milk and Yeah, This is My Full Name, Puny Mortal, shall not be inconveniencied by such trivial and mundane tasks such as 'Warding the Windows'! Listen to me, you insignificant chimpunk!" he thundered, now talking to Jorde. "You shall direct your pathing decisions and select one of the dark and mystical grimoires hidden inside this vault of knowledge. You can not oppose to my magnificent existance! Now go, you unhygienized dog! Bring forth the destruction of all mankind!
Icathul commands Jorde to go find a book of dark magic. Dice roll is here
Also, I'm skipping the description of Jorde.
Icathul commands Jorde to go find a book of dark magic. Dice roll is here
Also, I'm skipping the description of Jorde.