Re: Weston P.D.
"All right..." Rodger pantomimed rolling up his sleeves while his eyes unfocused, searching his spell menus for something that sounded unappetizing in black.
He found a spell with summon in its' name pretty fast. 4 minor charges, but yes, it was a summons. Of something.
He clicked on it... and it brought up his gemstone display, requesting a target from the selection. Oh dear. He worried that it might be another one like the postal pigeons, that went to the designated person. But he wouldn't know if he didn't try it.
Silently praying that he wasn't messing anything up, he mentally clicked on one of the small gems. The spell activated... "Summon Girtabilu!"
The room seemed to shake as power built in the air, runes bubbling out of the warped space to form a twisted, distorted pentagram on the floor with echoing pseudo-Gregorian chants of what sounded like obscenities resounded around them and down the hall.
The floor flexed, tearing open like an iris with brimstone fumes billowing up out of it. Rising out of the floor was a creature that was human from the waist up, but a huge scorpion from the waist down. It bore a distinct resemblance to the man whose gem had been clicked (for it was that member of the brigade, called into this alternate form to play the part of the conjured horror), but his skin was considerably darker than normal, with bronze overtones, and his nails were like chitinous claws.