I was too late to notice the liquid seeping out of my coffee mug, but perhaps that was the point.
When I put down my drink, I'd inadvertantly set it down on the old map I was studying. I thought I realized my mistake quickly, but when I went to pick it up, something thick was already seeping out in a dark ring around the bottom. Horrified that I might have ruined an antique, I went to snatch it up, and it shattered - not as if by my own power but as if squeezed effortlessly by some great hand. I stood there in shock, holding a terracotta handle and staring as some eldritch sludge passed from Auli'kuris across to Lumina and over the edges of the table.
I've yet to get over the embarassment of ruining a piece of history in order to ask for help identifying the matter that suddenly stained it, but it's certainly not my coffee. It smells of ink and blood...