Maxxob
The Overseer
Revuchet
SixSense
- RP GOAL - Acquire Farm [Pocket Dimension] F
TheTimePiece
- Scarlett Ashford - RP GOAL - ?
Elvario
- Amice Bellamy - RP GOAL - Acquire Asset House [Aslan] F
Spoiled Bread
- Aqua - RP GOAL - Acquire Asset Walking House F
Maxxob
- Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer - RP GOAL - Increase the manor security (Minions) [Asset?]PRIMARY RP GOAL: FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THE DEVICE
The Wise Owl Library
Beside Aureus, the tall, fur-cloaked beast sniffed the air, then offered a slow, almost human nod. Its dark eyes showed no threat—only watchful calm. Upon sensing not immediate danger to the elf, he stepped back, folding massive arms across his chest as if to promise he would stay out of the way.
A pale globe drifted between the two groups, its light gliding over gilt titles. Letters shimmered and slid into new words every time anyone tried to read them.
As Amice held her blank volume higher. As the globe passed overhead, words bled onto its pages—thin black ink that wrote itself in neat rows:
'SECTION INDEX – STABILISATION WING
Access: Custodian Brand Required
If lattice integrity compromised, follow guide-runes to Core Loom.'
Each time she blinked, fresh lines appeared, then faded again, as though the book only spoke while watched.
On Aqua’s shelf every spine felt warm under her fingertips. Opening one book released a faint hiss, like sea spray. The pages inside were salted crystals instead of paper. In their heart lay a chip of the same lattice glass that now sat, half-melted, in Adelhein’s pocket. Tiny cracks spidered across it, pulsing in time with the shard he carried.
The small iron sphere rolled into the aisle’s gloom. Halfway down it pinged against something unseen, bounced, and clattered back in two neat pieces—as if sliced by a razor edge. From the dark a tall silhouette glided forward, silent as smoke.
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It was the thing the salt-shelf globes had hinted at: a robed figure of inky cloth, neck too long, porcelain mask smooth and empty. Six thin arms held quills and bookstraps that writhed like live parchment. A candle flame floated just above its shoulder, though no hand touched it.The mask tilted, studying the group. Quills scratched the air, leaving glowing runes that faded behind it. When it “spoke,” the words arrived straight in every mind—soft, precise, neither cruel nor kind.
“One lattice key fractured… five unregistered patrons present… two registered patrons present… Companion entity: catalogued.”
Urshifu gave a polite chuff, apparently satisfied with that verdict.
“The Core Loom requires repair. Follow the guide-runes. Do not disturb penned memories. Failure will void visitation.”
With that, the masked guardian glided past, feet never quite touching the floor. As it moved, glowing footprints—little hexagonal sigils—appeared on the tiles, pointing deeper into the maze.
The brand in Adelhein’s palm flared; he felt a steady tug in the same direction. Amice’s index book warmed, showing a single arrow on the open page before its words vanished once more. Aqua’s cracked shard hummed in sympathy. Even Damian, new to the fold, sensed the air ahead grow warmer—alive with thin threads of magic.
Silence returned, broken only by distant rustling pages.
The guide-runes glowed, waiting.
Do you follow? Explore another aisle? Question the guardian while it is still near? The library listens, ready to twist or steady itself around your choice.
