Polishing That Which Is Tarnished

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir happens upon the High Elven figure with a bewildered hair and an absent-minded, lopsided smile. Suddenly, as if she picks the thought from thin hair between her thumb and forefinger, she points towards Cyrus

 

"Nae! Kae chirr uhiere... I seek a wolf. I desire a companion with fur as silver as blessed Larihei's hair, with a loyalty to match her own to our exalted kin and a feist that rivals her own scorn. Present me this animal, and you will be rewarded."

 

She may or may not have been aware the Elf was currently also taking assignments for the restoration of his purity.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus pauses for a moment, looking to The Eternal Librarian. "I see. I suppose I have never read a book outside of a library..." He then looks away, a bit embarrassed "Right, I suppose I shall require proper permission. Might you allow me to bring these books outside of the library?"

 

 

Early the next morning, Cyrus, after having cleaned the steps leading to Tahn'siol, receives the task to pluck a few stones from their resting places under the lake. Seeing no other suitable way to retrieve the stones, Cyrus clothes himself in his older, darker garb and wades out into the lake, plunging down and bringing up a fine variety of different, smooth stones varying from dull and gray to a deep black, most of them covered in a layer of moss. After retrieving a dozen assorted stones to shore, Cyrus wraps them up in a cut of leather and presents them to Kaelthes.

 

 

Some time in the afternoon, Cyrus would turn suddenly to a voice regarding him. Upon receiving the quest to acquire a wolf of silver hair, he makes  a mental note "Right... an illusion breaking ward and a wolf pup."

[Lawrna 440]

The Librarian narrows her eyes.

 

"No."

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus exhales with half-frustration, regarding the Librarian "I do believe we have met in rather sour circumstances, and I hope you understand that my intentions are correct. Assessing the situation, to you it would appear as if I am perhaps some book thief, and to me, you could be nothing more than a rather angry ghost. I myself have considered the possibility that you may be the keeper of the Tahn'siol library- after listening to what you have said. It seems entirely reasonable to assume that you are not who you say you are, for I have but just met you- and you the same to me. So- either we can stand at an impasse of misunderstanding and distrust, or we can take a moment to assess the situation and decide what is in actual reality."

 

Cyrus clears his throat "Now, I can see this situation ending in several ways. You can choose to trust me despite your first impression or you can verify my identity as Cyrus- one who studies all things magical and mystical- and allow me to be on my way. I would prefer not these ways, but I can simply take the books by force and return them later or spend a couple days copying the books. I will not under simple circumstance leave empty-handed without solid and strong reason."

 

 

((Acquiring the Wolf-companion for Ellir))

By some incredible and convenient happenstance, Cyrus, while on his way to an Orenian market to perhaps find a domesticated wolf for sale, comes across a man minding his pet wolf who had just finished giving birth by the side of the road. The wolf itself had rather dark-grey fur, but half of the pups did not match their mother's fur color- instead being a much lighter shade. Interested by the spectacle, an amused Cyrus approaches the crouching man and states "It would appear that you are littering."

 

Completely missing the joke, the man looks over his shoulder, saying "Wot?"

 

"Never mind," Cyrus replies, "I should like to ask what you shall be doing with these pups."

 

The man stands up saying "Well, I was hoping to raise them and train them to be fightin' dogs or huntin' dogs or both."

 

Nodding slowly, Cyrus says "I'd like to buy one. Seeing as you have quite a few pups there, I trust you wouldn't be too disadvantaged."

 

Grinning widely, the man replies "700 minas."

 

Cyrus' eyebrows furrow at the price "700? It is but a pup, ser. I will manage 400."

 

"Fine. 650. I will not go lower- or you can find yourself another huntin' dog."

 

Exhaling irritably, Cyrus reluctantly hands over a portion of the few minas that he has to the man. Pointing to one of the pups with light grey, almost silvery fur, Cyrus says "I'd like that one."

 

Picking it up by the scruff, the man hands the newborn wolf-pup with silvery fur to Cyrus "Make sure to give 'er proper amounts 'o milk, hear?"

 

"I will ser," Cyrus says before striding back to Tahn'siol with wolf pup in hand to find the bewildered elf Ellir.

[Lawrna 440]

The cold, empty eyes of the Eternal Librarian stay fixed on him as they turn to a near black.
The temperature in the library drops significantly, far below freezing.

Several books shudder in their spots as the candlelight dims.

 

"Leave."

Her voice booms throughout the room, bouncing off of the walls.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus shudders as the temperatures decrease violently and his hands begin to shake. "M-ms Librarian..." he stutters "Do you stand in the way of my path to purity?"

[Lawrna 440]

"Must I repeat myself?!"

 

This comes out more as a screech than actual speech. Her form distorts with each word.

Her teeth become pointed, and her fingers curl into a claw like form.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus, with hands still shaking stutters, "N-no Ma'am. You need not." Cyrus backs into the room nearby and begins to set the books back where he found them, but leaving them sticking out just a bit and keeping one eye on the angered ghost. Once done, he slowly turns and awaits the Librarian's response.

[Lawrna 440]

"Now leave, mali'ata. It is against mali'aheral law for you to be in here."

 She seems to calm for a moment.

 

"LEAVE!"

The specter screeches, surging forwards towards Cyrus.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus quickly decides that avoiding the wrath of The Eternal Librarian is much more important than a 'small, simple' task that he can complete later. Courageously Cyrus would run up the steps of the library and burst through the front doors to escape the surging spectre.

[Crayfishchris 751]

Yulnii sits at home, wondering.

 

Wait... what if the fool actually... did it...? Oh, bother...

[Lawrna 440]

Once Cyrus leaves the library, everything returns to its previous state.
The temperature rises and the Eternal Librarian is once again light grey and ... relatively normal.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus does not stop running until he reaches Yulnii's door and knocks upon it rapidly. When it would open, he'd exclaim, huffing "There's... a ghost... in the library... I couldn't... get... the books..." After managing to get the words out, he'd lean heavily upon the doorway.

[Aptrotta 162]

Cyrenn Emoria sits quietly out on a bench near the river, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his noise. His hair has seemed to lighten over the years, a few strands of gray mixed in with the blonde. Wrinkles have began to show themselves on his forehead. Crows feet have began to form around his eyes. He looks up from his tome as the man approaches him, a smile forming on his lips. "Ah... So you are the one every is whispering about... Be a doll and bring me The Scrolls of the Eastern Isles along with three small crates of dried green tea leaves. And while you are it I would love a Beignet or two." He sends the elf a short smile, eyes turning down again. "Thanks, hon." he says shortly waving him off with a hand.

[Sentlit 108]

After some time, Cyrus would return to Seth, simply stating "Ser, I have cleaned the steps well, but I have not any means to acquire a warded object at this time. For this, I apologize. Even so, one of the tasks that you had required is completed. Are you satisfied, or do you wish some other task of me?"

 

 

Some other time in the day, Cyrus regards Cyrenn as he is waved off "The Scrolls of the Eastern Isles- what are they and where might I acquire them, ser?"