Fay looked to him then nodded then looked to the stairs, wondering when [COLOR=333333]Asclepius [/COLOR]would be back. She looked back to Ravek as he twirled to Shaylee, gasping softly at the response.
Shaylee heard the twirl and gasped then twirled back to him though she couldn't wake up yet, she had to get stronger to break through this cage that trapped her, though for the moment she was more aware of it. She could see in her mind again, looking around at it then looking to the spell that held her. "I used all my magic, I have none left. I have to rest, my heart." She wondered if any of that would get through, even through their bond.
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Asclepius hoped that Ravek would be able to reach his mate and help her break free. If they couldn't, he wanted to find something that might help. Lifting away the massive Boulder that covered the main entrance, Asclepius walked inside, angling directly for the library, to the magic wing. Stepping inside the archway was like passing through a bubble. That was thanks to the preservation spell placed over the whole library. There was nothing more prized than books and the knowledge contained therein for the golden dragon, and though he wasn't home often anymore, he still maintained proper barriers, wards, and protections to keep his hoard safe. Thumping down the aisles, he tucked off the rows until he reached the black magic section. These texts required certain measures to keep, and often times reading such books was taboo to most beings, but most black magic had not only the evil spells, but their counterspells as well, for many malevolent spellcasters wage war among each other as much as, if not more than, the hapless fools who happen to annoy them. Therefore, it would be among these cursed books the answer might lay, if it were even a spell that had been used in this realm. Asclepius sighed. He knew so little about the enemy. But apparently, it was a grand Master spellcaster wielding black magic of the highest order. From what he had gathered, it may have even arisen from among the fae.
"Ah! Binding Mind and Soul! Here's the book I'm looking for! " Exclaimed Asclepius, his voiced echoing through the library. The book had a queer latch, bound by blood magic. It wasn't a book he liked to leave in his study, but then again, none of the true dark arts works were there for entertainment value.
He hesitated, but then jammed his finger against the lock, and it bit him. It wasn't a very big bite, just enough to cause a few drops of blood to activate the book and release the latch. The vellum pages started flipping open of their own accord, seemingly coming to life with the blood offering from Asclepius. "Book, show me deep spells to cage the mind, spells to erase memories, trap spells triggered by the removal of those spells, and how to counter each? I'll need references, examples, and any required ingredient lists."
The book laid open, tentatively flipping a few more pages, until it settled. Words started to splash across the page, coming into existence and filling in the page with strange illustrations that seemed to watch him with unblinking eyes, moving only when you weren't looking directly at them. The letters writhed across the page like blood oozing from the other side. Asclepius shuddered, these books always made him feel unnerved. The book seemed to respond to it, a few corner illustrations were apparently jeering at his unease, even as the book fulfilled the request, laying out a whole list of spells pertaining to such things. "Good enough, book. You will come with me today. But no shenanigans, or you're never getting out of here again! I mean it too," he chided. As he closed it, several imps made faces at him from the sides of the pages. The lock immediately engaged upon closure, the heavy leather bound tome looking almost innocuous, but for the wicked lock and faded golden lettering. Grasping it between his thumb and foreclaw, he went back outside, rearranging the boulder and once more assuming a human shape before returning to his scroll of teleporting once more, the unnatural book tucked under his arm.