Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141218163055

Meanwhile. Somewhere the Imperial City. Midnight.

(Music)

It had been a while since anyone had set foot in this place. Not that it was frequently visited before, but still.

And it showed.

Most of the books had collected dust and the already yellow pages of the many books had only aged more for the worse. Because of all the secrecy surrounding this place hardly any care went to them. Nor were the long corridors of ancient knowledge well lit and warmed.

No. it was cold and dark, and it was no surprise that vermin had somehow found a way in and made themselves at home. Having mostly nibbled away at the lower rows of books which were now utterly ruined and pretty much what you would deem: unreadable now.

Not only the books but also the shaves made from wood had led under the decay of time. Seeing as it bent down where heavy books were placed. Not to mention that some of these planks had already given way and because of the collapse had strewn whole books on the cold, wet and damp floor beneath.

More ‘food’ for the rats, it seemed.

The walls were basically only visible at these certain instances where the shelves had fallen off. Revealing moist, cold and dark cobblestone-like walls from behind the seemingly miles long bookshelves on either side. With, probably now, useless and rusted braziers hanging from the ceiling dating back to when this wing was still in use.

But for the first time in fifty years. The iron door creaked at the sound of a key being turned in its keyhole. Followed by the low pitch screech the door made when it was slowly opened.

Revealing light in this lost library that made a few rats jump and scamper and squeak away in their little hiding holes they had gnawed in the old wooden bases.

“Careful now.” An voice warned.

“No-one has said foot in here for a very long time.”

The faint blue light of a beaumanic lantern, along with the faint humming it made casted through.

“Wow…” A much younger voice breathed softly from under his astonishment.

“So this is the secret Imperial Library of the White-Gold tower…” He added a bit louder this time.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ssshh”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Not so loud.” His mentor added in whispers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“There might be traps… spells even, on this place. I need my full and undivided concentration. Mage Leonard.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“my apologies… master Boreau.” Leonard, the young imperial, sort of mocked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This isn’t a joke. Be still now.” The Breton remained serious.

<p class="MsoNormal">“If we want to find that elder scroll and get out of here alive… I suggest you do exactly as I do.” And with that, The duo carefully walked into the library.