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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2128735" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Drinking Deeply from the Chalice of Midnight - Part 4a: The Library</strong></p><p></p><p>Quintus edged open the door and peered inside. “I’m not sure how,” he said, “but the darkness appears to be flowing out of this room.”</p><p></p><p>The room was lit in a perpetual state of gloom, as if by a half-dozen candles, despite the lack of a light source. </p><p></p><p>“Looks like a library,” said Vlad, stepping into the room behind Quintus.</p><p></p><p>There was a comfortable-looking desk and chairs on the western wall. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered everywhere else.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė walked over to one bookshelf. There were no titles on the spine. She took the book off the shelf and opened it.</p><p></p><p>“Interesting,” she said.</p><p></p><p>Quintus turned to look at her. “What?”</p><p></p><p>“This book. It’s writing itself, even as we speak.”</p><p></p><p>Quintus looked down at her hands. “Careful.”</p><p></p><p>“According to this book,” said Ilmarė, “the giant outside is the Honor of Cadic, the Fallen Valinor of Urumeh. Though no longer able to ascend to the Heavens, the Honor of Cadic continues to fight for the preservation of Illiir’s world. He was told to come here to battle the war against the Darkness.”</p><p></p><p>“The Darkness?” asked Quintus, looking around.</p><p></p><p>“Hmm, oh yes, the book has an answer for that too,” said Ilmarė. “The Darkness is made up of the force of Oblivion itself. The tide of emptiness that seeks to revert all back to the nothingness that was before Illiir’s Light shone for the first time. The ones on the field of battle are formed from the very essence of Entropy. Their touch disrupts bodies and destroys souls.”</p><p></p><p>“Great,” said Vlad. “Does it know anything about those cat people?”</p><p></p><p>“They are called Fihali, the native race of this place. When Urumeh first arrived, they were frightened, but the Fallen Valinor has shown them compassion and has even brought them…” Ilmarė looked up, her lip curled in disgust, “religion. Just what this world needs, another missionary.”</p><p></p><p>“Ask it about the chalice,” said Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“Ah yes. Here it is: the chalice was originally the property of another Valinor and was somehow taken from him by the Gods and then gifted to Urumeh. On a cloudless evening, at precisely midnight, the chalice can capture the essence of the night and transform it into an inky liquid. Once this draught is taken, it can either allow you to remember something that was forgotten or wash away a memory best gone.”</p><p></p><p>“But it doesn’t say where the chalice is?” asked Quintus. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė looked up. “It doesn’t have to. It’s right behind you.”</p><p></p><p>At the southern wall was a pedestal recessed into an alcove. Upon it, illuminated by a single beam of light, was an ornate golden chalice affixed with four large, dark red gemstones.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė closed the book and walked back to the doorway. “I’ll wait here and keep a look out,” she said.</p><p></p><p>“This seems a little too easy,” Quintus said to Ilmarė. “So first we’re going to…Vlad?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad walked over to the chalice with an open backpack. With a scoop of his sword, the chalice plopped into the backpack.</p><p></p><p>“Dammit Vlad!” shouted Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“What?” said Vlad, raising the backpack up in front of him. “We got what we came—”</p><p></p><p>Just then, the door swung shut on Ilmarė with a loud slam. Three distinctive clicks came from the upper, middle, and lower part of the door as locks were activated.</p><p></p><p>Quintus slammed into the door with his shield and bounced off it. “Locked,” he said. </p><p></p><p>There was a low growl from the shadows behind him. Quintus spun and backed away from the door. </p><p></p><p>Out of the shadows prowled a pitch-black mastiff with a mouth full of sharp teeth and burning red eyes.</p><p></p><p>“Steady,” said Quintus, lowering his spear.</p><p></p><p>The mastiff raised its great head and howled a long, loud bay that reverberated throughout the library.</p><p></p><p>Then all hell broke loose.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2128735, member: 3285"] [b]Drinking Deeply from the Chalice of Midnight - Part 4a: The Library[/b] Quintus edged open the door and peered inside. “I’m not sure how,” he said, “but the darkness appears to be flowing out of this room.” The room was lit in a perpetual state of gloom, as if by a half-dozen candles, despite the lack of a light source. “Looks like a library,” said Vlad, stepping into the room behind Quintus. There was a comfortable-looking desk and chairs on the western wall. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered everywhere else. Ilmarė walked over to one bookshelf. There were no titles on the spine. She took the book off the shelf and opened it. “Interesting,” she said. Quintus turned to look at her. “What?” “This book. It’s writing itself, even as we speak.” Quintus looked down at her hands. “Careful.” “According to this book,” said Ilmarė, “the giant outside is the Honor of Cadic, the Fallen Valinor of Urumeh. Though no longer able to ascend to the Heavens, the Honor of Cadic continues to fight for the preservation of Illiir’s world. He was told to come here to battle the war against the Darkness.” “The Darkness?” asked Quintus, looking around. “Hmm, oh yes, the book has an answer for that too,” said Ilmarė. “The Darkness is made up of the force of Oblivion itself. The tide of emptiness that seeks to revert all back to the nothingness that was before Illiir’s Light shone for the first time. The ones on the field of battle are formed from the very essence of Entropy. Their touch disrupts bodies and destroys souls.” “Great,” said Vlad. “Does it know anything about those cat people?” “They are called Fihali, the native race of this place. When Urumeh first arrived, they were frightened, but the Fallen Valinor has shown them compassion and has even brought them…” Ilmarė looked up, her lip curled in disgust, “religion. Just what this world needs, another missionary.” “Ask it about the chalice,” said Quintus. “Ah yes. Here it is: the chalice was originally the property of another Valinor and was somehow taken from him by the Gods and then gifted to Urumeh. On a cloudless evening, at precisely midnight, the chalice can capture the essence of the night and transform it into an inky liquid. Once this draught is taken, it can either allow you to remember something that was forgotten or wash away a memory best gone.” “But it doesn’t say where the chalice is?” asked Quintus. Ilmarė looked up. “It doesn’t have to. It’s right behind you.” At the southern wall was a pedestal recessed into an alcove. Upon it, illuminated by a single beam of light, was an ornate golden chalice affixed with four large, dark red gemstones. Ilmarė closed the book and walked back to the doorway. “I’ll wait here and keep a look out,” she said. “This seems a little too easy,” Quintus said to Ilmarė. “So first we’re going to…Vlad?” Vlad walked over to the chalice with an open backpack. With a scoop of his sword, the chalice plopped into the backpack. “Dammit Vlad!” shouted Quintus. “What?” said Vlad, raising the backpack up in front of him. “We got what we came—” Just then, the door swung shut on Ilmarė with a loud slam. Three distinctive clicks came from the upper, middle, and lower part of the door as locks were activated. Quintus slammed into the door with his shield and bounced off it. “Locked,” he said. There was a low growl from the shadows behind him. Quintus spun and backed away from the door. Out of the shadows prowled a pitch-black mastiff with a mouth full of sharp teeth and burning red eyes. “Steady,” said Quintus, lowering his spear. The mastiff raised its great head and howled a long, loud bay that reverberated throughout the library. Then all hell broke loose. [/QUOTE]
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