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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:48 am
One of the largest and most secluded builds in the castle grounds is that hosting the library. The great stone edifice beautifully suits its purpose, books lying within which could translate the usual beautiful inscriptions decorating the building.
Inside, the building is warm and light, lit by the sun through the large windows lining the two floors filled with books, or by the chandeliers when darkness falls. the walls are lined with shelves containing modern books to old tomes, every subject and topic covered, tables lying laden down by still more documents, pens, quills and parchments everything one may need for studying any subject in existence.
The staircase leading up was made of finest mahogany, each large window up here opening out onto a sturdy balcony which allowed readers to sit in the sunshine, overlooking the pools, while digesting the wisdom of the ages form within. ((A small Thank You to Roan DeSeer for the description.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 9:13 am
*While exploring the house Xepher stumbles into the library, he looks around at all the ancient books that sorround him searching around looking for something that interest him, then one book happens to catch his eye, the book's cover has a picture of the gates of hell as he begins to open it he gets the strange feeling hes not alone in the ancient library, he again begins to open the book, then one book falls off a far shelf, but it doesn't stop him from opening the book, and inside he finds a page saying on how one fatefull day the fires of hell froze up a day when all demons evil or not were hunted down and brutally slain a dark time when anything that even sided with the creatures of the night demon or human was killed Xepher dropped the book and stepped back* A dark time even for the darkness itself*He then picked up the book and put it back from where he found it* Somethings are better left unknown.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:59 am
*as a dark mist gathered by a bookshelf on the top-most floor, Lord Phaerim stepped out and into the library, adjusting his monocle as he glanced about the place as though looking for something. In one hand he clutched at an old leather-bound tome, silver inscription on the cover reading "From the Cradle to the Grave: a Grimoire of the Undead" and a fearsome gaping skull embossed in metal, so life-like it seemed at though it would leap straight from the cover.*
Oh deary me...now where in the world did I find this?
*absently he strolls along past the book-laden shelves, tutting to himself*
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