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 The Library of Amaranth (open to all) 
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The City-State of Amaranth gained some advantages with the tenuous line of neutrality that it walked. By filling the needs of the warring countries and guilds around it, this region could avoid the constant destruction and rebuilding of the city and what it held.

Which meant that, amongst it's many duties, it was a repository for many things that would often have been destroyed in countless wars if not for this place. In this way Amaranth both benefited the guilds, and benefited itself. And the most glorious example of this, in the minds of the learned at least, was the library.

There were many other, perhaps more obvious examples of the position Amaranth played in the lands. How guilds that would never wish to trade with their deepest enemies, but who needed something that was made in their lands, could instead buy from Amaranth goods that had been sold by the other guild. Never having to make that connection. Or the more obvious example of the Festivals which took place outside of the city, allowing various people who followed various gods to come and find what they needed, without ever having to give in to the feeling that they stood on heathen land.

There were many more obvious examples, indeed. But the Library? The Library held so much of these lands that would have been lost elsewise. Histories and maps of realms long forgotten. Books that held spells, charms, or even remedies that could be made from flower and leaf that did not require even a drop of magic talent in the reader's blood. Tales, both true and untrue, that could stir the pride in those who followed any of the gods. All this and much, much more could be found within the rooms, the floors of this library. Most of which would likely have been lost ages ago amidst a war if not for this place existing.

Where most else of it's kind had fallen, the Library of Amaranth remained. And many people still found their ways through it's doors.


Tue Jun 10, 2003 1:56 pm
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The front entryway to the Library was never empty of at least a few souls. There were often people coming to use the facilities; mages and scholars from different guilds most often, though sometimes the hand that reached for the nearest scroll would hold traces of sword calluses instead. Sometimes monks, having made the long trip from their own scroll-filled walls, would bring copies of the histories they kept, helping expand the library and save the work that had been their life's blood.

And of course, there were the presences of the library itself. Guides waited in the entryway for people to come in, to approach them and offer them the quickest path to what they would seek - some for money, some for the love of the knowledge themselves, though how many of the latter you would find often depended on what other tasks the younger librarians had to perform. For the full librarians often called to them; those librarians that themselves were rarely seen as they travelled through the stacks, maintaining the collection, researching further information, always trying to learn more.

For those entering the library, it would be an impressive sight. The large open room giving way to an archway in which stacks of materials, organized and shelved, could be seen. At each side of this archway the stairs curved up along the sides of the rounded room, to another floor where similar shelving could be found. Occasional glimpses could be seen between the stacks of people walking, of areas where it seemed that comfortable chairs and tables were placed for people to use.

Looking up at the balcony where the stairs met, one could almost catch the glimpse of a woman in a long cloak, grey-streaked dark hair trailing down her back watching downwards as people entered, before the distraction of the oncoming guides, all offering to take you to various areas, would pull the attention away. Looking up again would find merely a statue there, the personification of knowledge wearing not a cloak but draped in folds of grey stone and offering a welcoming smile, waiting for your choice.

And the guides would call out suggestions of what the new visitor may want to see. Stories of magical items of power, some would call. Maps of ancient realms, others would mention. All suggesting various areas where they could take you. Deep within the depths of the Library of Amaranth.

Enter, they called. Enter and you may find what you are looking for.


Tue Jun 10, 2003 2:05 pm
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The tiny click of tiny footsteps could be heard if one were to strain their ears from inside the first room of the library. Outside, finally at the top of the long set of stairs which lead up to the large wooden doors, stood a small man at just under five feet tall. Dressed in a dark, ruby red robe that dragged slightly on the ground and large circular glasses resting on the end of his nose, he quickly continued on with his nose, and yes his glasses, pressed into a book.

The only time that he pulled his attention away from the book was to mutter something under his breath to open the doors. Sure enough, they swung open and he continued on inside, again a prisoner of words on a page.

Once inside he kept up the brisk pace walking straight by the guides. Two of them rushed to his side once they finally looked down to see him and he quietly told them to leave him alone. One persisted but was quickly dispatched by another...kind...word.

Onward he marched, towards the back of the room, up the righthand staircase to the next set of doors, completely oblivious to all others inside, Again he said something under his breath and again the doors swung open so he could continue.

At the back of the second room underneath a domed glass ceiling stood a ladder. At the top and the bottom a chain was strewn across with a small sign hanging from it that read "ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITANCE" but that didn't stop this fellow as he placed the book on a small table to the left of the ladder.

Again there were more words which unhooked both chains and he slowly began to ascend to the top of the ladder. Once at the top he shrugged out of his robe to reveal a beautiful suit of green with the gold chain of a small pocket watch in his breast pocket shimmering in the sun which filtered through the glass. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key which he used to unlock a door which then slowly opened after yet more words.

In this room stood a large telescope, attatched to some huge gears and a seat. To the right of this seat were some levers used to control it. The telescope could extend through an opening in the stained glass domed ceiling through the use of one of those levers and so, with a deep breath and a small smile he climbed into the seat, threw some levers and sure enough it did.

Before he looked through the eye piece he mumbled more words again and the door to the room closed. On the outside was a name plate.

"Dr. Sol - DO NOT DISTURB"

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Tue Jun 10, 2003 4:29 pm
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As the short yet powerful mage wandered through, leaving guides in his dust, from the desk behind where they waited came a wry chuckle. "You must be joking. Try and guide him?" The junior librarian who right now had the task of sorting through the records kept here shook his head at the other guides before returning to his paperwork.

"You never know" The one who had found himself more harshly berated for remaining a moment after being told to go away glared at the top of the now-downturned head. "He might have wanted to go to a different area of the library than normal. And no one knows where everything is in this place."

"Except for her..." the librarian began, this time looking up and seeing the harsh glare he received, a glare that cut off his sentance midstride. Though not due to shame; instead an even larger grin crossed his face, eyes dancing with amusement at the obvious discomfort his words had brought.

The guides that had been listening to him all neatly turned from him, ignoring any further phrases from him for now. Turning instead to face the next entrant as the doors opened again.


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As the grinding gears came to a hault, Dr. Sol looked through the eye piece, his eyes widening. Quickly he hoped from his seat nearly falling on his face as the telescope had elevated somewhat.

As he dusted himself off he made his way towards the door and poked his head outside. Peering down to the main room he saw the guides that he had chased away some thirty minutes ago. With a sigh he called out to one of them in a suprisingly large voice for such a small man.

"You there!" he bellowed which was met with many a "Shhh!".

"Yes you! On the left. Come here and be quick about it. I said be quick about it. Not be as slow as humanly possible!"

Again more people attempted to quiet him to which he simply replied, "Shh yourself you uncultured peons!"

Finally the guide reached the bottom of the ladder and looked up at the good Doctor. "It's about time you got here." he said. "Come up here and take my dictations...and this time hurry up!" The guide clambered up the ladder, entered the room just before Dr. Sol slammed it closed.

The door quickly opened again and the Doctor poked his out back outside where he yelled, "And keep it down out here! I can barely hear myself think!"

*SLAM*

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Thu Jun 12, 2003 2:54 pm
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Out at the front desk, the junior librarian just chuckled to himself. If the guide had not been so foolish as to run up, he would have done so himself. After all, such jobs were more in his line of work, and the senior librarians on whom his progression required did so like to keep the good doctor happy.

But the guide had done so, probably in hopes of at least some coin. The librarian just shook his head. It would be interesting to talk to him after. See how he fared.


Meanwhile, in the small room one ambitious guide stood, looking around in surprise at this room he'd never seen before, even as his hands scrambled in his tunic to find his notebook & pen.

With the amount of wild and wonderful things in here, there was always hope for something precious being gifted his way, he figured. And it never hurt to take advantage of that rudimentary schooling that he'd been forced to take as a child in Amaranth. Even with something as normally boring as transcription.


Tue Jun 17, 2003 9:22 am
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A solitary figure approaches the Library, neither hurrying nor dawdling, but walking with the calm tread of one untroubled by the passage of time. The figure is that of a human male of indeterminate age, a weathered face topped by dark hair shot through with streaks of grey, tied back in a simple queue with plain leather ties. Unremarkable save for the tattoo of a crimson wolf's head upon the left cheek.

The wanderer enters the Library. He pauses, looking around him at the place he has entered. He looks around in calm consideration of his new surroundings until he is accosted - oh so politely - by the ever-present guides. Discreet enquiries are voiced. Is the visitor lost? Does he seek specific writings? Can any present, perhaps, be of assistance?

In a soft voice, the visitor explains himself. His words cause a certain amount of discussion among the guides. It is as though such a question has not been asked of them before. The man before them, this visitor to the Library seeks what?

The tattooed wanderer politely repeats his request. He seeks information about burial customs and tombs. Does the library, perchance, contain any writings upon such subjects?

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Tue Jun 17, 2003 2:57 pm
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There were usually only two reasons why the guides would be stopped in their tracks. Three if you added tangling with the senior librarians and other ... important figures that influenced this library on a day to day basis. But two, at least, that applied to visitors alone.

The first was when there was an obvious lack of money opportunity. The second was when the location sought was one so rarely visited that they had to rack their brains to figure out where they would have to go.

The lack of recognition on their faces was obviously a sign of the latter to this visitor. But behind them, the junior librarian saw an opportunity to get himself away from the boredom of this assigned job, and to perhaps cause some consternation, on multiple levels, for these paid guides.

"Please sir, let me assist" he stated smoothly, popping up from the desk behind the rest of the crowd with a smile. "Burial customs and tombs? Well, we do have passing familiarity with works of the dead here, sir." The guides parted in front of him at those words, and he hid his grin at that reaction with diplomatic ease, giving a polite nod of greeting to the visitor.

"There will be the greatest number of books I believe in the death rites section, which will be just past the necromancy stacks as the topics are quite related except for the lack of magics used in the standard death rites. You may also find some interesting information on more remarkable tombs in the landmarks & sites of notice area, just outside the map room. And of course, if you are looking for information on a specific culture, the books in that section of the history stacks shall include details of their culture in full, which would include any special ceremonial actions taken at death." He paused to let the visitor digest each option before continuing.

"I can guide you to whichever section you would like to begin with, sir?"


Wed Jun 18, 2003 1:53 pm
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The years that gave him seniority were easily noticed in this librarians features, even if the clothes he wore were simple and plain. He wouldn't even have been distinguishable, likely, as a librarian except for the medallion that hung around his neck. A medallion that none of the guides had - and of a carved metal, golden and bright, that the plain stamped steel that the junior librarian wore paled in comparison.

His movements were slow, another testament to his years, as he appeared at the top of the stairs, right beside the statue that many had taken a second glance at in surprise at it being stone. Not that it wasn't obviously carved, but on first look ... many were misled.

And this librarian's reaction didn't quite help. "Good day, lady" he nodded to the statue as he passed. Whether it was due to a lack of eyesight or attention, or just some old man's strange amusements, he smiled at the statue that represented Knowledge with familiarity before slowly making his way down the stairs.

As he passed, ignoring the guides, he nodded briefly in greeting to the visitor. A respect there for anyone who understood the importance of knowledge, his favourite gift. "Welcome to the Library, sir. I am sure that young man shall find you what you need."

His gaze had noticed the medallion, after all, and there was something implicit in the statement that said that this librarian trusted the junior librarian more than he did the guides. But then, it was easier to trust one of your own.

And with those words, he made his way towards the main door, pushing it open to leave, sunlight streaming through the gathering there.


Wed Jun 25, 2003 1:07 pm
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[OOC: My apologies for the delay in posting here again, I was unhappy with my original draft for this and it took longer to re-do than I'd expected -CrimsonWolf]

The visitor bows slightly in acknowledgement of the librarian. The barest flicker of relief crosses the calm expression on his face as the guides part in confusion.

I think that the best place to begin would be in the Death Rites section. I will probably need to search the histories for the cultural specifics that you mentioned, but this I cannot do until I have determined which culture I am dealing with.

The tattooed man's soft words are interrupted by the apperance of the more senior librarian. He nods in reply to the old man. I certainly hope so.

The older librarian makes his way to the main door and pushes it open. The sunlight streams through, casting long shadows on the floor. From his position, the visitor to the library appears to be surrounded by the light. Turning to face the sun, he closes his eyes, standing motionless for several heartbeats as the light washes over him.

He turns to face the librarian once more, speaking softly The reputation of the Library has spread some considerable distance, young one. In these times, it is a pleasure to see that such a reputation is truely deserved.

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Sun Jun 29, 2003 5:00 pm
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(OOC: no worries. it happens to all of us sometimes!)

He bowed his head, courteously - both at the older librarian, whom he knew well enough to respect, and this stranger, who as a visitor was given such respect automatically.

"Then we shall start with the Death Rites. If you would follow me sir?"

Deftly he grabbed one of the chits off the desk as he passed, slowing to make sure that he did not outpace the visitor.

Making his way up the stairs, past the statue and into the large hall beyond it. Here he walked with a even step, always making sure not to speed too much in case the visitor would pause, to take a look into one of the various rooms. Giving a surprised glance at the one who peered out a door to look out at the visitor instead, that face disappearing nearly as soon as he turned his eyes upon them.

Moving instead through a set of open doors with glyphs and runes marked around the archway, but passing the shelving that wore matching runes. Past all those books, until they reached a small section on the edge. The librarian turning now to address his follower. Waiting until the man paused himself to continue. "Sir, the section along the wall pertains to the books of death rites. They are distinguishable from the necromancy books as they all will be in these shelves, not the ones marked with the sorcerous glyphs."

With one hand he gestured to the far side of the room. "There are tables and chairs both more structured and more comfortable on the far end if you wish to spend more time over certain volumes. Please place all books in the smaller shelving units amongst the tables once you are done so that they can be restocked properly."

The statement was obviously said by rote, and that this was the same message given to all new visitors. Same with the chit, dangling from it's leather strap, that was extended to this visitor. Another glyph carved on this one, within a smooth, round depression within the stone. "If you require further assistance, please press on this glyph and either the librarian in charge of this area, or another junior librarian such as myself will be here to help you as soon as we can."

He paused, allowing all this information to sink in before continuing. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave you to your work?"


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