Barely still visible; and almost indecipherable an arcane sigil from sometime long past is scrawled on the floor of the the circular platform upon which the Statue of Kessel the Red sits on it's cold throne. Beside it, a brass bowl with charcoal and chalk sit long forgotten. Grim is able identify it as such, and through investigating further is able to make out a riddle barely cipherable upon the stone work. As he shares it with Dot and Unknown they begin to work through the details taking the chalk and drawing out the patterns needed to activate the long forgotten arcane runes.
Carefully, Grim chalked the shapes in a specific order and once it was completed a cracking blue energy erupted from the center before the center, swirling as though a storm expelled the form of a heavily wounded young woman with long braided red hair. Her voice echoes like broken glass, in terror through the cavernous space as the screams the name Wulfgar. She wears fine armors - though battle worn, embossed with unicorns and flowers. On her back she has stropped a sheathed longsword and a quiver and landing a foot or two from her a very fine silver longbow. She appears on her hands and knees gasping for breath, blood trickles from the corner of her mouth. Blood seeps through the armor from her right ribs and she grasps at it wincing in pain.
Cattie-Brie looks up at all of you.