Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170128001944/@comment-2165692-20170226022956

(Hello my ragtime gal!)

"I had you figured for a mage, I think you'll appreciate this." he placed a few books on a table, they were limited to adept, apprentice and Novice destruction spells.

The Jarl looked at Dertaris for a moment but hen shook his head lightly, turning his attention to the others.

"Two things I have for you. Two shapes. One edged, one round. The round one, for tuning. Dwemer music is soft and subtle, and needed to open their cleverest gates. The edged lexicon, for inscribing. To us, a hunk of metal. To the Dwemer, a full library of knowings. But... empty. Find Mzark and its sky-dome. The machinations there will read the Scroll and lay the lore upon the cube. Trust Septimus. He knows you can know." He places a finger on the sphere "The deepest doors of Dwemer listen for singing. It plays the attitude of notes proper for opening. Can you not hear it? Too low for hearings?" He then places a finger on the cube "To glimpse the world inside an Elder Scroll can damage the eyes. Or the mind, as it has to Septimus. The Dwemer found a loophole, as they always do. To focus the knowledge away and inside without harm. Place the lexicon into their contraption and focus the knowings into it. When it brims with glow, bring it back and Septimus can read once more."