Silvertread

The walls of the Temple shook, layer upon layer of rugged stone and mortar trembling under the unrelenting assault of the warp-storm. The priest stepped forward, the senses of his cloth-wrapped feet aflame from the rubble-covered floor, and laid the huge tome on a table covered in rock-dust, a single candleflame flickering as he cleared his throat. Another tremble rumbled through the Temple, sending it's bookshelves toppling from the walls. The priest did not care, even as aeons of knowledge were crushed under rubble and dust all around him. With a shaking hand, he cleared the leather binding of the tome before him of grey powder. "Server lore..." He mumbled, the words sending a shiver of terror down his spine. "Where do I begin..."