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Syeira

[child_of_bhaal]

It's a library. The room is made of stone, sturdy, strong, and a bit drafty. There is a definite medieval feel to the entire decor; tapestries on the walls, rushes on the floor instead of rugs or carpeting, wrought iron chandeliers, candelabras and sconces with real beeswax candles. The air is musty, like there isn't much of a breeze that ever comes through. The windows are shuttered with thick wood, blotting out most natural light. There are tables with benches, writing desks, and even in one corner a cozy fireplace with two lush armchairs. And everywhere there are books.

Shelves and shelves are filled to spilling with books. All bound with leather and sewn by hand. Each one a unique treasure all of its own. The rows are marked with an engraved plaque at each end. These plaques tell what kind of reading can be found in each section; General Knowledge, Art & Music, Geography, and Magic are just a few of the more mundane offerings. The more stand out lables include Relationships, Adventures, and Personal History. At the end of the latter, there is a gated off section with a larger plaque that says Restricted. While this section looks and gives off a bit of an ominous feel, even being darker than any other area of the library, the gate is not actually locked. All one would have to do is lift the thickly dust covered latch and enter.

Syeira is here, dressed in an actual medieval gown in a very faded mint green color that was probably much darker once, and a simple apron. Her hair is longer, neater, braided and pinned up elaborately on her head. She's either putting books away, or sitting down to read one. Sometimes she's even dusting. She'll take no note of visitors unless they speak to her first, and then she'll smile politely and ask: "Is there something I can help you find?"

[ooc: Possible CW include: violence, excessive violence, blood and gore, torture, violence against children, infanticide, emotional/mental neglect, depression and self-loathing. Let me know if any of these things bother you, or if vivid descriptions of such would bother you and I will avoid those things!]

[iamawaited]

[Nux has seen books before, but only one or two at a time -- never like this. He spends the first few minutes just staring and wandering around, trying to fathom what it is he's looking at.]

What have you got all these books for?

[child_of_bhaal]

To keep and share knowledge, of course. That's what a library is for.

[She chuckles, shaking her head.]

What subject are you interested in? I'll point you in the right direction.

[iamawaited]

Thought that's what History Men were for.

[He squints at her, then back at the library. What could these books possibly tell him? Even with her explanation, it's hard to imagine. Knowledge of what?

Then he spots the dark gate and stops, lips moving very slightly as he reads the sign on it. And-- okay, maybe Nux hasn't always asked questions when he should have, but he's always been both curious and fearless. He makes for the dusty gate.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Bards carry stories, yes, but they can change in the telling. These will always be the same.

[Her voice seems to fade as he gets near the gate. If he looks back is because she's not following. He may as well have disappeared, for all that she seems to notice.

Behind the gate, it's quite dark. Darker than it should be by any means. There's a very faint breeze, that brings with it the a vague scent, coppery, wet. And a soft, distant sound; metallic but light, like a chain moving.]

[lord_wizard]

While it isn't a place he's been before, the library instantly makes Felix far more at ease with where he finds himself this time. The place has a comfortable sort of claustrophobia to it, and even the mustiness isn't a deterrent. Rather, it smells like home. If there was anywhere in particular he could really afix that word.

He walks the stacks in rapt silence, brushing bejeweled fingers across the spines of the books. There's a trove of subjects here, all of which he could lose himself easily, but naturally the section he settles in front of is the one on magic.

It doesn't really occur to him to look for the owner first. Instead, he chooses a title randomly and goes to pick it off the shelf.

[child_of_bhaal]

The moment he opens the book, everything changes.

Your hands are very small, pushing open the heavy wooden door. The bedchamber is just as dark as the hall, with only a stingy beam of moonlight squeezing through the gaps in the shutters, but you know it like the back of your hand.

"Im? Immy, you awake?" You whisper loudly into the dark, though you know the answer. Imoen is afraid of the dark. You can hear her muttering and sighing under her blanket, trying to soothe herself.

"Syeira, you're not supposed to be out of bed! Did you have another nightmare?" Your best friend whispers back, just as loudly, as you shut the door and hurry across the room. You climb on the bed, ignoring her question, parchment crinkling in your fist as you put a little too much weight on it.

"I brought you something. I'm going to make it so you don't have to worry about kobolds getting you in your sleep." You talk as you climb under the blanket with her, scooting into the thin beam of moonlight.

"Trolls! Not kobolds! They eat people!" You smile in the dark at her protest. As far as you both know, you're of an age, but you've always behaved like am older sister to Imoen. Teasing included with the protectiveness.

Imoen now finally sees what you've brought, though, and gasps, in shock and awe. "It's a spell! You stole a spell!"

"And a re-gent." You inform her proudly, showing off the little pouch around your wrist, full of glittery shaved rock, utterly unaware of your mispronunciation. And you are quite proud. You compete in many things, and the best Imoen has stolen so far has been a sweet roll from the cook.

"But you can't do magic."

"Yes, I can. Just watch." Challenge issued, you begin to read the scroll aloud. It's harder than your adoptive father makes it look. The words are very hard, especially for a girl who's only begin to learn to read. But you apparently do something right as the bag full of shaved rock starts to glow. There's a pop and a rushing sound as you read the final word, and suddenly the room explodes in colorful sparkling dust.

It's everywhere, on every surface and all over you both. The two of you erupt into elated cheering and giggling. Until the door bangs open; a bearded man in his night clothes standing there with a candle, looking astonished. For all of two seconds.

You're in trouble now.

As quickly as the vision took over, it is gone. He's back in the library, holding the book he chose.

[lord_wizard]

It isn't the first time he's been thrust into a memory like this, though it's no less jarring for that fact. He chews on the details, however, even as the alien feeling of sharing in a mind that wasn't his own. The companionship of the girls feels familiar enough that it hits him almost sideways. It was easy to let himself forget what that was like, once, though the situation of these girls seemed at least somewhat better.

He shakes his head, going over the foreign magic as a means of diversion. What was that word she'd used. Re-gent? Reagent, perhaps. It sounded more like alchemy. Casting from a scroll. Not completely unheard of...

He keeps going back to the man. Who was he, and what did he do to the thief after the memory faded away? That's something he can't quite let go of, no matter how hard he tries.

Felix slips the book back onto the shelf, wondering if the rest of this section would yield answers about what he'd seen, or more memories he'd be forced to trespass in. Eventually, he decides to search elsewhere. If this was a library, perhaps there might be a librarian.

[child_of_bhaal]

There's certainly someone tending the place. Syeira is reshelving some books. She'll not acknowledge the visitor until he speaks to her though.

[innercactus]

[ He wandered.. enough to feel a little lost and like the library was a lot larger than it was. Like the Durmand Priory, from what little he had learned of the place from other sylvari memories. ]

... Do you need help cleaning- [ Because if he stays near her, he can't get lost, right? ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Libraries can do that to people, but it would be hard to get lost here, really. There's only so many ways a person can go.

Syeira looks up from her dusting of a shelf, her smile is again polite, with no hint of recognition.]

Oh no thank you. It's my responsibility to keep these in order. No one else will do it, right?

[A small laugh.]

Is there a subject I can help you find?

[innercactus]

... Just because it's your job, doesn't mean you can't have help....

[ But Asteffiel will drop that topic, thinking on the books. Uhhhmm... ]

Which do you think is best? I haven't read much....

[child_of_bhaal]

True, but there's a very particular order.

[She seems fine with him changing the subject, breezing along with it as if this was all he'd asked. She starts leading him down a row.]

Oh, anything in the light is good. This section has the nicest content.

[It's the section labeled Relationships. Directly opposite, is the section labeled Adventures.]

But over here is more exciting things.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Libraries. If more of these places were libraries, he probably wouldn't mind so much.

The section labeled Adventures is where Duke ends up, and he absently opens a book from there. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[The memory shifts everything, pulling him into a singular moment.]

You tilt you head to the side, cracking you neck to loosen it. Your shoulders are feeling a little tight now that you've had a chance to breathe for five minutes. It's been wave after wave of orcs and knolls since you entered the mountainside cavern.

Yoshimo kneels in front of the door before your group, meeting casually to himself in his native Kozakuran. So you have no clue what he's saying. At your side, Anomen fusses with his gauntlet, eager to rush into another battle. Your other companions are behind you, waiting to charge in, only after the blustery would-be knight.

There's an audible click, and Yoshimo pops up to his feet triumphantly. He grips the handle, casting you a twinkling grin that you feel yourself returning naturally.

"After you, my friends." The thief says, as he sweeps the door open. Anomen shouts a battle charge, and ask of you pour through the door.

Only to find two orcs cowering with their hands up. "Wait! Wait! No kill us please!"

It's so out of the ordinary, all of you halt, trading looks of bewilderment. Remembering that you're the one in charge, you address the orcs, trying your best to be firm and fearsome, even though you've quite been taken out of the moment.

"And why should I? You're part of this Firkraag's little army. All these people you've killed."

"But we no want to kill! Is just following orders! Just doing job!"

Again, it shines a bit of a strange new light on the situation. Adventuring is your job, and you kill lots of people in the name of your quests. You glance at your friends, who offer you only wide eyes and the odd shake of the head. You're on your own here.

"All right, you can go. But no more killing."

The orcs are instantly relieved and grateful. They bow ridiculously low, repeatedly, as they hurry to get by your group and out the door. Lest you change your mind, you suspect.

"Oh thank you! Thank you! No more killing. Not for job. Killing for job no good. Maybe hobby. That okay I think."

By the time you realize what that last sentence was, they're out the door and gone down a hall. Your friends all give you wide eyed, shocked looks. You just shake your head.

"You know what, they'll never get passed the room that sets itself on fire. I don't even care anymore. Let's go."

Your life is weird.

[As quickly as it came, the vision fades and he's back in the library.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Well. That's a bit of an odd thing. Duke blinks back at the book in his hands, and rubs the back of his neck with one hand, as if making sure he wasn't sore - yep it wasn't him.

That.. almost seemed like exploring ruins, except with... more of a mess. He's not terribly surprised by how it worked out.

... He's going to put that book back, and try for another one. Absent curiosity, how much of this person's life is like Brave Vesperia's? ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Enjoy another memory!

You step into the dark tavern, and don't even bother to take the time to let your eyes adjust. You're still riding the desperate rush, even though you know getting to Imoen is going to take time. You can't help it though, her abduction is too fresh.

You move around a cluster of men, or rather you try. One of them steps directly in front of you, and shoves you in the shoulder when you try to pass him.

"Oy! Where do you think you're going, missy?"

"Just passing through," you say with forced politeness. "Excuse me, sir"

"Oh it's sir, is it? Look at 'er, boys! Little miss and her high and mighty manners. We don't need your type 'round here."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You just know a headache is coming on. "I don't want any trouble. Just let me through."

"Let 'er through, she says! Thinks she's so tough, this one! Why don't you show us how tough you are, missy!"

"I'm not going to fight you." You know exactly what's coming, but at this point it's useless. This man is determined. His friends goad him on, and he shoves you again.

"Look, little baby half breed is scared!"

Being half elven has never been a mark of shame for you, but this man is practically spitting on your boots. And you've had an extremely bad day.

"I'm not afraid of brainless bullies like you." You can feel your companions tensing behind you, but none of them try to stop what's about to happen.

"A bully she says! Thems fighting words, they are! Step into the pit and back then up, if you're so brave.]

"It's your funeral." The pit master observes, along with your companions and the man's cronies, as the two of you set aside your own gear in exchange for the common swords you're provided. Equally armed, the match begins.

And ends just as quickly. The braggart didn't stand a chance. His attack is wide and sloppy, and you sink your sword into his gut in one thrust. He looks surprised, while you scowl. His death was utterly unnecessary. But at least now the ruffians in the Copper Cornet will know not to mess with you and yours.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin loves libraries, as one would guess... this is a much calmer room compared to some of the others he's found himself in, so he doesn't feel all that bad taking a moment to look around...

normally he'd go talk to the room's inhabitant, first, but... this time? maybe he's getting a little cocky, but he decides to slip down one of the rows of books instead. he goes right for the "relationships" section, because that's the kind of story that most interests him.

what is there to choose from? he looks for one in a color he likes, maybe, or with an interesting title...]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Titles are actually not available. If there's anything on the covers, it's just symbols he likely won't recognize, not being a native of Faerun. But if it's colors he's after, there's plenty of different covers in various hues of dyed leather.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, that's a bummer... he'd really been hoping for some easy reading. that's what he gets, he supposes.

still, a secret or two might be worth some indecipherable texts. he'll just have to make do with what he can find. he'll pick a lighter colored book up first, and open the cover--if he gets that far.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Yoshimo, a man you called friend, stands before you. His expression grim, determined, but you see the edges of pain, not only physical, around his eyes, as he holds his sword to bear against you. You feel such rage at him, at his betrayal, but also sorrow. And that is what you desperately cling to.

"It doesn't have to be like this! I can help you!" You will him to believe, to listen. For there to be some glimmer of hope.

And he shakes his head furiously. "No redemptions, and no second chances, let us get this over with! I stride into the hell Irenicus promised! Ilmater take my heart, I have no choice!"

He launches at you, fighting with everything he knows of you. Because you know he must. The geas gives him no choice in it. But his heart is not in it, you can see it in his eyes. And when you strike a killing blow, his face looks relieved.

You drop you weapons and cradle him as he falls. His blood wets your leggings. They'll bear the stains forever. But you don't care, you are comforting your friend. The friend you were forced to kill, because of the monster who stole your soul.

"I'll carry your heart to Ilmater. I swear, my friend." The words seen to reassure him as he relaxes. His breath rattles from him one last time before he's still.

You hold him for a while and none of the others interrupt you. When you've control of yourself, you lay Yoshimo down and draw your dagger. You said you'd take his heart to find him absolution, so you had better get to it.]

[theboogieman]

[oh, it's a room full of books.

Zhas is mostly convinced that he's dreaming. perhaps it's for the best; he doesn't really have the imagination to comprehend something like this actually happening. his ignorance allows him to look around without overwhelming paranoia, read the titles over the rows of books, and think of how it looks a little bit like the library back home...

hers was much darker, though, and the books were all very strange...

it takes him a moment to actually recognize Syeira, and when he does he only gives her a strange look instead of actually walking over to try talking to her...]

[child_of_bhaal]

[He can stare as long as he likes, the Syeira here appears unaware of his presence unless he approaches or says something. Until then she'll happily keep shelving what seems to be an endless stack of books.]

[theboogieman]

[...well. he doesn't actually like books all that much anyway, so eventually he'll give up and walks towards her. maybe tap her on the shoulder if she seems to be determinedly ignoring his presence.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Congratulations! You now have her attention. But there's no sense of recognition, just a polite smile.]

Can I help you find something?