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The rock skittered across the stone floor and revealed the faded remains of some kind of symbol that had been covered in dust. The paint used was crusty and obviously very old. It appeared as a circle in the middle of a triangle. In the center of the circle was scrap of old fabric with drawings on it. Maybe an incantation, or directions. Only mention of a place. Hyperborea.

To the learned individual, they would know that Hyperborea was a land of people in the far north that was described frequently in Greek mythology. A place where the sun never sets, the muse never sleeps, and the lovers never tire. A veritable paradise. Though it was only stories.

At least, that's what the scholars thought.

The symbols on the fabric indicated some kind of blood sacrifice, cut from the flesh of a living creature. Only a drop would open the seal.