The State Of The Librarian

[Lawrna 440]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnlFuPRxH8w

 

Perhaps she had simply dreamt it. This all was a trick of her own sleeping mind. At times she might just remember the feeling of warmth beside her in the bed. Acaele Lazul, Cyrenn Yuln’tayna, Ceruberr Asulailer or Eleron Sylvaeri. Who was Eleron? Her mind has become muddled, all sorts of jumbled. Eleron Sylvaeri. The name echoes through her mind, yet she cannot associate it with a face. Who is he? The book before her turns to the next page, her automatism continuing. With each page absorbed, a bit more is lost. First the face, now the name.

 

 

Someone enters the library. His breath puffing in the cold air. The automated part of her emerges once more. “Is there something you require?” The living one responds, the dead answers. Silence falls, the only thing able to be heard in the chambers of books is the shuddering breath of the wood elf in the other room.

Who was I before? the question bounces through her fuddled mind. She knew this, does she still know? Lelien, that is the answer. The page turns again, the answer quickly lost amongst the information in her head.

A hungry bunny once found the vegetable garden of a rich man who never, never, never ate vegetables.

Trolls are creatures native to Anthos; The most recent
sighting being slain by a dwarven champion
of Clan Starbreaker.

The redstone repeater is crucial to create circuits, and the advantage is also that you can create things in a much smaller width.

Soon enough, the silence is broken by a chuckle from the wood elf. The Librarian doesn’t react, simply turning to the next page. She would have sighed before, now she is nothing. A tool of good use. What did I look like? A flash of a memory goes through her head. An image of her in front of the mirror. She looked young, still not an adult. Her eyes were bright green, happy, her hair was orangish, like her mother.

 

 

 

The wood elf walks up to the counter and begins speaking. Once again she is retched from her past. “Naturally.” she replies, however she doesn’t recall the question. The wood elf leaves, leaving the library in silence. She returns to her reading. No other thoughts go through her. She is returned to her purpose.

The Eternal Librarian is with her Eternal Library, as fate intended.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Phaedrus entered the library's tower, looking around the initial room before finally settling his gaze on the stairs. Quietly, he descended the stairs, growing colder and colder. However he dismissed it for the nature of the building, cool like a wine cellar perhaps.

 

When he entered the actual library his eyes looked down to settle upon the collections of ice. Peculiar, but surely the mali'aheral were aware of this, it was after all their precious library.

 

A strange image of a woman, bleak and dull, came to stand before him afterwards at the desk in the center of the room. She stared at books where the pages would turn on their own, and did not seem to even acknowledge the foreign man in her domain. Was this the work of the mali'aheral? A magical guardian manifested from the void, perhaps. Phaedrus did not feel compelled to pry, however, it was not his place nor his responsibility to address an anomaly within Tahn'siol. 

 

Phaedrus was curious, though. He began with a simple greeting, traditional among Mali. The woman, finally aware of his presence, turned up to him, asking what it was he desired.

 

In truth, Phaedrus desired to wander the library without being set upon by its apparently telekinetic guardian.

 

Instead, he asked about the various sections of the library. She answered his question and left him alone once more. So Phaedrus moved on, reading a beginner's blacksmithing book, which caused him to chuckle as memories returned to him. A volume that covered, rather unclearly, the creation of a magical metal referred to as 'Orchicalum', causing him to grunt in disapproval.

 

Eventually he finished his first rounds of the library, seeing larger collections of ice in the recesses of its corners. The uneasiness he felt initially grew and grew at seeing more and more ice, so he decided it was finally time to leave. He bid the guardian fair well, thanking her, and saying it was an interesting experience.

 

"Naturally." she responded, and so he left.    

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.