Papyrus Images Undertale Novels & Stories

Perhaps they had somehow unlocked the pendant. The two halves folded open and white light burst into the cave, illuminating Scarlet’s and Sage’s figures. In the middle of the glowing light was an image. Scarlet studied it. It was a castle in the middle of the sea, but not Boldt Castle. This one was taller and thinner, more like an elaborate tower than an actual castle. Scarlet shook Sage by the shoulder. “Look,” she instructed him. Sage managed to half open a weary eye. Scarlet heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

Albert took wide strides, looking very impatient to know the contents of the parchment. Upon arriving at the library, Albert asked Jayden to clear the table. The man then opened the wooden tube and took out the contents. Albert placed a scroll made of animal skin on the table. He took a deep breath before removing the small rope that tied the scroll together. Then he unfolded the scroll slowly until it displayed what was written. The image of a full moon immediately drew attention. There were also pictures of wolves and symbols that Albert didn't understand. Then, his attention was drawn to the sentence written below the pictures. It was written in an ancient language.

‘Looks like a bunch of papers. ‘Am I okay to touch those?’ Lucas asked pointedly. No one replied. ‘I’ll take the collective and embarrassed silence as a “yes”.’ Lucas removed two sheets of yellowed paper and laid them down separately next to the dagger. The jaundiced sheets revealed two illustrations. The first was a simple diagram: The other was a beautiful drawing in black ink of an underground chamber; rows of sculpted columns interlaced at the ceiling were supported by huge stone struts at their base. At one end there was a stone plinth and above this someone had written several sentences in German.

I withdrew my head off the headrest and moved forward to see what was written in the paper he laid down on the table, after moving the tray to one side. “Yes, your Majesty!” he pushed the table towards me and I knitted my brows, seeing what was written in the paper was not just any information, but a map of a Palace… the pack Palace. “Isn’t this the map of this Palace?” I questioned, staring deep into the map. Alpha Randale stood up at the mention of the pack Palace. He rushed up to us, checking out the map with his eyes widened in shock. “I fear it was this… My palace.” Alpha Randale gasped, turning the paper over.

“We didn’t find anything, Tess.” I blinked. “Nothing?” She shook her head. “No letters, no notes, no secret potions, no dark artifacts tucked beneath the mattress. Just…” She opened the wardrobe and stepped aside. I moved closer, and my stomach twisted. Photographs. Dozens of them. Taped inside the back panel. Framed in crazy neatness, like some macabre gallery exhibit. All of Lucian. Some candid – grainy shots from across a field, through a window, blurry in motion like they’d been taken secretly. Others posed – formal portraits likely swiped from wherever they kept in the estate.

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

She coughed once more, growing weaker each time. "Fight... fight for your destiny, so it won’t be as terrible as what I saw in my vision..." Ursula murmured with effort, her voice broken, handing me a crumpled piece of paper. I held the paper in my hands, feeling the rough texture from time and handling. "What is this?" I asked, confused, looking at the paper filled with arrows and strange drawings, which seemed to trace the way to some distant place, beyond this territory.

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."

"Find your way back to me." Slowly, I detached myself from her and focused on Zelta. "What do I need to do?" She opened her box, and fumbled through the stack with shaky hands. After a while of lifting and shifting the contents in the box, she retrieved an small old leather paper back. It had brown pages filled with images and letterings that could be anything but English. Typical of a witch's diary. She stopped at a page that had an illustration of what seemed to me like a man sitting in the head of another man. Ancient letterings were inked above and below the image.

Elizabella~~~ I can't help but look back at Cesar. I notice that he has not smiled once while with those girls. Sulpicia offers a green grape. He takes it between his teeth, sensually rolling it on his tongue. Her eyes flutter and she smiles seductively. I turn back to Michelle, even angrier than I was before. I pick up the sheet of papyrus lying on her bed and examine the charcoal strokes on it. It was a perfect picture of Drinks of Waterfall. I look up at her. The girl's got her lip pinned between her teeth as she looks up at me. "Did you draw this?" I question.