Sand, sand, and more damned sand. It was the only thing the brother's Quinn had to look forward to traversing the Sahara. James, the eldest of the two leading his brother, Henry who was, at this point, ready to live in the Sahara if it would mean he could stop walking and drop the bag of anomalous information which was at least several pounds at this point. "James, may I ask where the hell are you taking me? We have been walking since we hit Egypt where there were PORTS! We could have stopped this walk and gotten back home already! Isn't out exped-" James stopped Henry´s sentence with a quick hand to his mouth and pointed to what looked to be a 1700s style fort on the horizon. ¨Henry, I don´t quite know why, but I need to see the inside of that building. If you let me do that I will go to the port closest to us and book the both of us a trip back to Britain.¨ Henry considered his brother´s proposal, this was not the first time that James had lured Henry into a situation that would lengthen their little trip; in fact, that was what got the brothers in the Sahara after James decided to poke at the resting place of a long-dormant Assyrian fertility god, but the circumstances of that incident were a little different and with hindsight probably was unavoidable. This, however, seemed more...innocent for some reason. Henry felt the same type of curiosity that James did when looking at this building and if James kept his word Henry would be done with this awful trip. With great reluctance, he began walking towards the building with James quickly catching up silently thanking Henry for taking more of his time on this expedition with him. James had started it at first to bring back his dead lover but after an overly long encounter with the Nazis and Henry once again slapping some sense into him, it became more about cataloging the paranormal and anomalous entities that resided within the world. Both James and Henry hoped that whatever was within this building would be the last of many logs. Upon approaching the building the brother´s found that the building was much smaller up close; while to be expected when viewing things this took it to its extremes. Instead of being the long, fort-like building they had seen on the horizon it seemed like the building's width had exchanged itself for length while the brothers journeyed there. It now more resembled a castle made sometime in the medieval era slowly falling apart from age and centuries of disuse. As James began to open the gate Henry put his hand on his brother´s shoulder. ¨James, if I hear one whisper of El-Dorang inside this building, I swear I will swim to Europe myself." James quickly turned to his brother crudely parroting his brother. ¨

Henry, if I hear one whisper of the Vampire cultists, I swear I will swim to Europe myself.¨ Henry snickered as the two entered the castle

¨In my defense, that one vampire was very...pretty. I´ll say that¨ Henry said while handing the book of anomalous information over to James.

¨If I almost got ourselves sacrificed to a Bat god because some vamp was ´pretty´, I wouldn´t have heard the last of it and we both know that as a fact.

¨Do we now James?¨

¨Henry, you just brought up El-Dorang 3 years after the fact!¨ Henry had to give him that small concession even though El-Dorang was perhaps one of the largest screw-ups of James´ paranormal career

¨Fine, Fine you got me there James, but seriously though, I almost got my organs liquified by El-Dorang, it wasn´t very pleasant.¨ James just ignored his brother as he started writing down the things he could see in the area probing the area for anomalous content. The building stank of mold and rather oddly, the musk of sweat hanging in the air; James and Henry moved through the building carefully making sure that they checked every avenue in which they could be attacked. splish Henry looked down and saw his foot covered in a reddish-black substance smelling of motor oil. The substance had been recently produced as any liquid in such a place would quickly evaporate; Henry tapped on James' shoulder pointing at the liquid as Henry slowly removed his foot from the mess that lay on the ground. ¨My, my...what do we have here?¨ James leaned down to touch it, feeling the liquid´s water like texture. "James you may want to check this out, I don't think this is anything close to natural.." James did come over to investigate the liquid quickly writing down every detail of the odd liquid. James closed his book in what was a very out if character move. "Henry, why don't you go ahead while I figure out what this is." Henry simply nodded; the logistical aspects of his brother's paranormal adventure bored him anyways and this place looked pretty barren. "Oh well" thought Henry "At least I'll get to see some ancient architecture."

Henry had aimlessly wandered the dreary hallways of this castle and suffice to say he was bored. He had heard a few scratches above him from time to time, but compared to what he had seen before it was relatively small. He only hoped that James would hurry up with his liquid investigation so he could stop wandering about. scratch scratch and there it was again, but...closer this time? Odd, but not out of the ordinary at this point.