Library II
The pace of steady footsteps came at a halt before the desk of the librarian. She turned around and saw it was Ror. Of course it was Ror. The man practically lived here the past year. She raised her eyebrow at him, 'Yes?' she asked out of sense of duty, 'What will it be this time?' He chuckled and placed a book on the desk, 'There,' he said, his fingers resting with the tips on the cover of the book, 'I'm done.' He shoved the book toward her, then let go of it. She blinked at him, before asking rather puzzled, 'Done?' Ror nodded, 'Done done.' His eyes were serious, but there was a mischievous twinkle of pleasure in them. It was not about this book, was it? He smirked and then it dawned on her what he was referring to. She glanced away from Ror to the many shelves and bookcases towering behind him row after row, room after room. 'All.... All... Done?' she asked. He nodded slowly, but firmly, crossing his arms now. She looked at him with an open mouth and stuttered from shock, 'That... That... Impossible... How... Can you... You.... How?' He smirked even more, leaned forward and said, 'It's a secret.' He winked at her, then turned and walked away. 'But... But... You didn't even finish your training yet!?' Ignoring her, he kept on walking to the exit of the Tripower library. 'Ror? Ror? Come back here, dammit! Ror?! ROR! ROR, THIS IS THE LARGEST LIBRARY IN THE GREAT REALMS??! ROR!?!?!' The retreating figure of Ror Surion was laughing as he exited.
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+The writings of Enmach are done with a superior slanted scrawl, evidence of many years of training and study. The ink is of a deep maroon color on loose papyrus paper, sandwiched between two leather bound panels. The entire bundle is held together with a silken cord of gold and is scented with lavender oil.+
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
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