Post by Icyferno on Nov 14, 2014 8:59:55 GMT
Status: Healthy / Rested
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There was a bookstore near the gates of Londinium, a structure which drew the line between protected zones, which was visited by few for its old collection of books. It was on one particular day that a long Swashbuckler came to visit, his purpose to obtain knowledge. Few knew the store existed, and even fewer knew that the reason why the books sold were old and worn, the words hard to make out was because the books sold on the first floor were books that could not be used in the library on the second floor. It was this library that he came to, for it offered the peace and solace that he required many a time, and was often given, for the Adventurer had few friends to call on.
Much time had past since the Adventurers found themselves trapped in a world resembling Elder Tales. Many had already accepted this as a fact, though suffice to say, the search for a way home had never ceased even with this acceptance. He would caterogize himself as one of those who had already accepted that they were trapped in this world, and was one of those that, if given the opportunity, would choose to not return to the world they came from. If one were to think about it, what was the fundamental reason they played games in the first place? If not for entertainment, then to escape reality. While he did miss his family, friends and relatives left behind in the old world, the old world was also a harsh place, and should he return, the only thing awaiting him would be a job stuck behind a desk all day, but not before the horrendous rite of passage known as school. When he grew too feeble to work, he would retire, and spend his remaining days doing old people stuff and worrying about whether or not he had enough money to pay the bills. This was not what he was looking forward to. On the other hand, his days trapped in the world resembling Elder Tales had been nothing but full of danger and adventure. As long as he was willing to fight his foes face on, he would be able to explore new areas, see magical sights which defied the laws of the old world, and live in a setting where he would only need to study the things he wanted to study, not the things he was forced to study to get a good degree, which would help him get a good job, which helped him save for retirement.
That was partially the reason he was here, in this dusty old library. To study up on the lore of Elder Tales. The books he was hoping to find would include important milestones in the history of the world leading up to the appearance of Adventurers as well as the notable figures in history.
Why was this important? Milestones were important as there was likely to be high level quests or raids attached to them. Finding out how they were dealt with in the past may prove to be useful when strategizing as he would be able to analyze their weaknesses. It was the same with notable figures, although he felt that most of them would likely fall into the lower level tiers of the quest tree. A tier he would have to face sooner or later, if he could not already do so.
As he strode past the storekeeper, he paused to seek permission to enter the library above them. Once he obtained what he needed, he spoke a word of thanks to the elderly storekeeper, whose kindly face was wrinkled with age, who replied with a nod, showing off his wispy white hair.
He found his way up through a narrow wooden staircase, and stepped through the worn doors and into the library. Thankfully, there was no one around, for the young lady who worked here as a librarian occasionally was off doing other things. As he had been here several times before, the old man simply let him through despite the lack of an attendant, confident that the Swashbuckler would handle the books with care. Also, he had bought several books on pharmaceutical things from the old man, so it was not like he was leeching off of him and did not patronise the stall. This was the reason why the library was deserted. It was supposed to be closed.
If one were to compare the library he was in to the modern libraries of the old world, it would not be fit to call this room a library, rather it would be more fitting to call it a section in a library. The rows of books were arranged two by three, kept clean by that occasional female librarian. He chose a few books at random, ones which he had never read before, and settled onto a solid wooden chair to read. He was not one for reading books and studying, but Elder Tales was a game rich in a history which compelled gamers such as himself to it, so he did not particular mind the long sessions he had had to perform to read up on the details of even the most trival of things. As someone once said, "knowing is half the battle".
As he flipped through the few books he had chosen, he noticed an article of interest. His curiosity piqued, he began to examine it in detail.
The book, whose title was too faded to read, spoke of a group of People of the Land who discovered a mysterious ship amongst the graveyard of ships near the Isle of Thule while examining the relics left behind. More like, looting, but he read on. This particular ship was in a good condition, unlike most of its counterparts, with even the masts undamaged. Curious, the People of the Land explored the ship, barely staving off the skeletal remains of the crew and the roaming Sahaugins. At that moment, a skeleton wielding a sword appeared, annihilating the party. The story was a transcript by the last member of the party, who died shortly after escaping the scene due to his grevious wounds.
Interesting. If anything, he had never been around the coastline yet, so if he had a reason to go, all the more he should. Putting the books back in their original places, he thanked the old man once more and headed off to make preparations to venture into the coastline.
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Word count: 1087
Total word count (General AP): 1087
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There was a bookstore near the gates of Londinium, a structure which drew the line between protected zones, which was visited by few for its old collection of books. It was on one particular day that a long Swashbuckler came to visit, his purpose to obtain knowledge. Few knew the store existed, and even fewer knew that the reason why the books sold were old and worn, the words hard to make out was because the books sold on the first floor were books that could not be used in the library on the second floor. It was this library that he came to, for it offered the peace and solace that he required many a time, and was often given, for the Adventurer had few friends to call on.
Much time had past since the Adventurers found themselves trapped in a world resembling Elder Tales. Many had already accepted this as a fact, though suffice to say, the search for a way home had never ceased even with this acceptance. He would caterogize himself as one of those who had already accepted that they were trapped in this world, and was one of those that, if given the opportunity, would choose to not return to the world they came from. If one were to think about it, what was the fundamental reason they played games in the first place? If not for entertainment, then to escape reality. While he did miss his family, friends and relatives left behind in the old world, the old world was also a harsh place, and should he return, the only thing awaiting him would be a job stuck behind a desk all day, but not before the horrendous rite of passage known as school. When he grew too feeble to work, he would retire, and spend his remaining days doing old people stuff and worrying about whether or not he had enough money to pay the bills. This was not what he was looking forward to. On the other hand, his days trapped in the world resembling Elder Tales had been nothing but full of danger and adventure. As long as he was willing to fight his foes face on, he would be able to explore new areas, see magical sights which defied the laws of the old world, and live in a setting where he would only need to study the things he wanted to study, not the things he was forced to study to get a good degree, which would help him get a good job, which helped him save for retirement.
That was partially the reason he was here, in this dusty old library. To study up on the lore of Elder Tales. The books he was hoping to find would include important milestones in the history of the world leading up to the appearance of Adventurers as well as the notable figures in history.
Why was this important? Milestones were important as there was likely to be high level quests or raids attached to them. Finding out how they were dealt with in the past may prove to be useful when strategizing as he would be able to analyze their weaknesses. It was the same with notable figures, although he felt that most of them would likely fall into the lower level tiers of the quest tree. A tier he would have to face sooner or later, if he could not already do so.
As he strode past the storekeeper, he paused to seek permission to enter the library above them. Once he obtained what he needed, he spoke a word of thanks to the elderly storekeeper, whose kindly face was wrinkled with age, who replied with a nod, showing off his wispy white hair.
He found his way up through a narrow wooden staircase, and stepped through the worn doors and into the library. Thankfully, there was no one around, for the young lady who worked here as a librarian occasionally was off doing other things. As he had been here several times before, the old man simply let him through despite the lack of an attendant, confident that the Swashbuckler would handle the books with care. Also, he had bought several books on pharmaceutical things from the old man, so it was not like he was leeching off of him and did not patronise the stall. This was the reason why the library was deserted. It was supposed to be closed.
If one were to compare the library he was in to the modern libraries of the old world, it would not be fit to call this room a library, rather it would be more fitting to call it a section in a library. The rows of books were arranged two by three, kept clean by that occasional female librarian. He chose a few books at random, ones which he had never read before, and settled onto a solid wooden chair to read. He was not one for reading books and studying, but Elder Tales was a game rich in a history which compelled gamers such as himself to it, so he did not particular mind the long sessions he had had to perform to read up on the details of even the most trival of things. As someone once said, "knowing is half the battle".
As he flipped through the few books he had chosen, he noticed an article of interest. His curiosity piqued, he began to examine it in detail.
The book, whose title was too faded to read, spoke of a group of People of the Land who discovered a mysterious ship amongst the graveyard of ships near the Isle of Thule while examining the relics left behind. More like, looting, but he read on. This particular ship was in a good condition, unlike most of its counterparts, with even the masts undamaged. Curious, the People of the Land explored the ship, barely staving off the skeletal remains of the crew and the roaming Sahaugins. At that moment, a skeleton wielding a sword appeared, annihilating the party. The story was a transcript by the last member of the party, who died shortly after escaping the scene due to his grevious wounds.
Interesting. If anything, he had never been around the coastline yet, so if he had a reason to go, all the more he should. Putting the books back in their original places, he thanked the old man once more and headed off to make preparations to venture into the coastline.
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Word count: 1087
Total word count (General AP): 1087
