Elementary, My Dear School
A faint smell of chalk dust, pencil lead, and industrial-strength disinfectant tickles your nostalgia bone as you tunnel into a room lined with desks and lit by humming fluorescent light bulbs. You've apparently tunneled into some sort of underground school, but the students sitting at the desks don't look like your classmates from grade school, unless your classmates from grade school were made of shadow and flame and had giant horns and flaming whips. I mean, I'm not going to make any presumptions, here, lest I make a pres out of u and mption. Anyway, it's clear you've delved too greedily and too deep.
A larger creature of the same sort stands in front of one of the desks, looking down her nose through a pair of giant horn-rimmed glasses and berating one of the students. "Mr. Rog," she says, "this book report is simply unacceptable. It's clear that you did not read the book at all; it doesn't even look like you watched the movie! If you don't apply yourself and study hard, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
You wait until the recess bell rings and the room empties, then stay to help the creature with his homework. You can't help yourself -- he's just so cute, with his satanic cloven hooves and his flaming whip of death. As a bonus, you get to read his textbooks, which contain all manner of eldritch knowledge about which man was not meant to know about which, jerk.
 | You acquire an effect: Arcane in the Brain (duration: 5 Adventures) |
