The Library of Great Britain.[CLOSED]

[Shaz]

The Library Of Great Britain.

"The British Library. Created July 1st 1972, A legal deposit library housing every book every printed in the UK. A once beautiful place a well trimmed building made of stone and concrete. Various sculptures and artwork now lays in ruined ravaged by the sadistic bitch known as mother earth. What was once millions of books in pristine untouched condition have been rendered into little more the broken husk of dust and torn shredded nest for rodents. Tho a few copies of books remain hidden under the rubble and decay most of this library is well done. The front door busted open revealing the main entrance the thick smell of old paper and decaying leather fills the air. The broken husk of computers well returned to the earth tho plastic isn't one to decay so lightly. Some lanterns rest deep inside the halls of this build possibly from several lander's investigating perhaps even adventurers. While the library's stock is mostly decayed some thousands of book still remain some containing the history of the land some just basic knowledge of items and resources in this land. In the back of the main reading dome rest a single office for the chief librarian this office now being commandeered by a Young Half-Alv Scribe known as Shaz. This has effectively became his lair."
-Excerpt from Shaz's Manuscript Chapter 1.

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% SwshBklr: Lvl 1 Scribe: Lvl 1 Scholar: Lvl 1 ☒ Shaz #Research ✐ 500 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Sliding the door open of the library, Shaz would make his way inside stepping slowly along the floor light shining in from the skylight. He would slip over the railing dropping down into the main floor walking towards his office. Opening door to his room walking over to his desk sitting down. He would take out from his bag 30 sheets of paper rough and slighty torn and covered in mess. He would place them into a solution of Salt and water letting them soak for some time. He would then sit back in his chair before he would stare off into the distance waiting for the paper to fully soak before removing it from the water. He would leave it to dry before standing up and walking back into the main room of the library. Stepping into the main hall of the library he would begin to look through the tomes. Searching for a encyclopedia of some sorts. Carefully stepping through the rooms and over decaying branches and book shelves. He would come to sit down in on a pile of rubble. Lifting the book to his face opening it. His eyes scanning across the ancient text, leaning back against an over grown stone. He would flip through the pages before tossing the book onto the ground. His legs bending dropping down off the pile of rubble. Entering back into his office. He would grasp the pages of the parchment setting them down. Using part of his broken blade to slowly cut a line down the edge of the parchment making a nice uniform rectangle. He would then take a leather bind setting it down open on the desk. He would then move outwards heading back into the city wandering through the NPC markets before coming to a stop in front of a baker. He would purchase a small amount of starch and a bowl before returning to  his office. Setting the bowl down and filling it with a small amount of water before adding the starch he would stir it slowly. making a thick paste he would dip his fingers in it slowly rubbing it inside the leather lining before carefully sliding the paper into it. Closing the binding before pressing his hands down onto it Applying heavy pressure for a few minutes until the paste fully dried.  He would tie a knot in a long string of leather drilling several small holes into the binding side of the journal running the leather through it to secure the binding even more. He would tie a final knot into it. Finishing his Basic entry level journal made for himself. /Crafting Complete/ /Research Complete/ New Item: level 1 Scribe's Notebook "A basic notebook with not alot of pages. Created with rough quality leather and basic parchment. Not a fancy diary just a small book to take notes with." Materials needed. Leather Binding(Level 1 Crafting Item) Parchment Glue(Level 1 Crafting Item) 20 Sheets of Parchment(Created from 60 old sheets of paper)  

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% SwshBklr: Lvl 1 Scribe: Lvl 1 Scholar: Lvl 1 ☒ Shaz  ✐ 285 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Having finished his notebook and setting it onto his desk. He would grasp several sheets of left over parchment. He would walk out of his office looking around the area. He would slowly climb upwards onto the book shelves grasping at the edges of the wall before hoisting himself up into the rafters. Pressing his feet firmly to the ground he would extend his arms to the side walking slowly towards the center skylight. Placing his hands firmly onto the skylight pushing it out he would jump up grasping the metal lip of the window yanking himself up onto the roof. He would crouch down a bit his eyes slowly canning the flat overgrowth of the Library rooftop his eyes settling on a nest of in the far hand corner. Extending his arms out to the side he would slowly creep along the roof coming to a stop in front of the nest. Seeing a few eggs inside the wicker and vine construct he would slowly tug a discarded feather from nest before walking back to the window. dropping down into the main shelving area of the library rolling to defuse the force. He would walk back towards his off sitting down with his new quill digging through the drawers finding a vile of old ink. He would begin to write onto the old paper. "Housekeeper/BlackSmith/ Chef or just a friend to hand out with wanted to work for totally non-evil and lonely Scribe. Pay Great! Living Conditions Great! Inquire Inside Library of London today!" He would make around 30 of these flyers. Climbing up onto the roof once more tossing them into the air and letting them scatter into the city hopefully one crossing the path of a Housekeeper in need of work.

[Xhy Lynn]

Xhy Lynn Xhy had currently been walking along her way to the market hoping to find some well enough supplies for her newest class as an artisan, which she seemed she would enjoy more then her previous crafting subclass, while on the way she ended up passing by the great library. when all of a sudden a flyer flew into her face almost out of thin air, yet it came from above. Reading the flyer Xhy couldn't help but say to herself while shaking her head. "This sounds like Shaz..." Looking at the building of the library she was torn between continuing to the market and stopping by for a simple moment to see Shaz. Feeling in the mood that she should be nice to him considering he is on her friend's list, Xhy walked towards the doors. Xhy decided to just go in like it was any other building. "Shaz?" Xhy called out hoping her assumption had been correct and it wasn't some other crazy wacko who would try to trap her into work that didn't fit her subclass, or her for that matter. Xhy slowly closed the door behind her looking around the library seeing books had been pulled and it was now messier then a library often should be. She looked while walking around not wishing to disturb the messy piles of papers and strewn books that seemed to be nearly everywhere on the floor. "No wonder a maid is required for him." Xhy said noticing the dust that had begun to collect on the desks and the books themselves. ~ Health = 100% ~ Mana = 100% Xhy Lynn Shaz 261 :Word count Xhy Lynn | Bard Dancer | Artisan

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% SwshBklr: Lvl 1 Scribe: Lvl 1 Scholar: Lvl 1 ☒ Shaz  ✐ 2914 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

SPOILER: Click to show {Click to find out why Shaz has PTSD now!} Shaz would be perched on the roof of the library. His hands resting on his knees digging softly into the leather of his armor. He would stare out into the distance his hands trembling fearfully. He would bring his right arm up to his left shoulder. His eyes welling slowly with tears grasping at the phantom pain filling his body. Radiating searing burning pain building in his shoulder. He would let out a sharp cry before leaning onto his back. His chest raising in rapid convulsions. He would bring his right trembling hand to his face wiping away the tears. His eyes would close as he would let his mind wander. Shaz would wake up in the cathedral. Screaming from his slumber he would sit up moving both his hands to the front of his face shaking. This was the unknown reality to him. Life after death. Shaz was too concerned with having fun to listen to the gosep of his fellow adventurers. He did not realize that life could go on after death in this world. Shaken to his core. His brain shattered, His very soul coated in the blood of abuse. Rolling off the tablet in the citadel. He would look down staring at the red colored ticket in his left hand. Squeezing it tightly a mixture of rage and fear filling his mind. "How could she leave me like that.." He would lift his hand up pinning the ticket to the underside of the Citadel. This very action a promise to himself to never return to this place. He would remove the swords from his sides. Throwing them down before tugging on his beanie. His hand moving to grasp a torn piece of brown clothe hanging from a tree. He would snake it around his neck forming a cloak. He would begin to walk out of the town heading towards the gates. Exiting out the safety of the city. He would stand in the middle of the crossing of four roads. A Deep gale of wind would blow to the east. His eyes would raise and he would take that road. Heading east in his travels. Five Days Later~ Bringing himself to a seated position in the middle of the woods. He would slide down his face covered in a light scruff. his hair knotted his body covered in dirt. He would lean back against the tree. Raising a canteen to his lips he would sip water from it. His hand dropping the bottle to his side. He would grasp his hand onto his shoulder, Digging his fingers into the phantom pain. He would inhale exhaling a scream from the depths of his lungs. He would begin to thrash about slumping over holding his shoulders. He would begin to sob once more. His eyes closing as he drifted off once more into a dark slumber. Fear boiling in his throat as his eyes closed once more. Still afraid of the darkness that is death incarnate. 15 Days Later~ Stumbling through the hedges Shaz would fall over. His body weak from hunger. He fall over mere feet from the creek. His eyes watching various fish jump and swim down the creek. His body to weak to stand. He would try and drag himself before slumping over once more. His eyes would close once more. Wetness, A rough wetness coating his face. His eyes would slowly open to view a dog licking at his face. His eyes shifting to view the collar on the dogs neck. It's name simply reading "Sparx" He would press his hand to the ground looking at the dog's wet muzzle. it would let out a soft bark running over infront of his form poking at a fish that would be infront of Shaz. 5 days Later~ Shaz would be seated on an over turned tree. His back leaning against the bark. His hand would rest on the head of Sparx. Slowly stroking his head with his finger tips. He would be staring off into the distance once more. Feeling the pain from his shoulder melt away at the comfort of the dog. He would stand up grasping a small branch throwing it into the nearby forest. Sparx would happily run into the forest foraging around for the ball. A yelp would fill the air. He would stand there frozen before running into the forest. His body sldig through the trees coming to stop in a small clearing. Blood would be splattered over bushes and branches. Shaz would freeze eyes resting on a rabbit. It's HP depleted nearly half. one of it's ears torn clean off. A leg would rest in it's mouth. Familiar black fur resting in it's fangs. He would stare in horror. His right hand coming out to swing at the rabbit causing it to turn and run into the forest. Shaz would search around finding a bleeding Sparx laying on the ground panting with a rabbits ear lodge in it's mouth. He would kneel down next to the dog. Tears streaming out the corners of his eyes. He would kneel down. Lifting the dog's head into his lap, Watching it nuzzle slowly into his chest. His palm resting on the dog's ears. He would scream. Quickly tearing through his bag tugging out a single sheet of parchment. He would look through the bag for ink. Finding none of the sort. He would bring his hand to his mouth. Biting down on his wrist he would drag his own blood. Dipping the quill into it he would begin to scribe a contract. "The stipulations of this contract shall bind forth the animal's whose print marks this paper to the life of the adventurer who signs it. For one life that continues all life shall flourish. Upon death of said animal it shall be reborn. Awoken anew in the Cathedral of London. So forth as the adventurer has love for this beast. It's life shall continue on. " His half-alv blood would glow on the parchment. Coating Sparx's paw with the blood he would press his pad to the paper. He would sign his own name next to the print. Holding it in his hands. His tears dripping onto the parchment. It would glow slightly before exploding in a white smoke. His hud alerting him to his contract failing. His level too low. His arms snaking around the dog's body hugging him tightly to his chest. His eyes welling with tears as he would rock the dog back and forth. The familiar wet tongue grazing the cheek of the young scribe. The sound of glass shattering. The dog in his arms shattering into thousands of bubbles. Shaz's arms moving to hug himself. He would watch an mobdrop fall infront of him. "Tag of Domesticated Wolf" His right hand shaking as it moved out to grasp the tag into his digits. Holding it to his chest. Sobbing, a soft wail coming from his throat. The sound of his heart shattering filled the forest.A darkness growing in his mind. He would hold the tag. Sitting there for several hours, Tears coming from his eyes. He would roll on his back. His eyes covering the sky. His palm squeezing onto the tag. Blood coating the Name Sparx in bright red. his eyes would close once more. Darkness filling his mind. 5 Days following the death of Sparx. Slowy sitting up from his resting place in the dirt. Shaz would stand up walking into the forest. He would press Sparx's tag to his chest. Before tying it to his neck with a leather cord coming from his armor. He would walk slowly stumbling shambling steps away from the forest. A dirt mound resting in a clearing. A crudely made cross sticking from the top. He would step silently his feet moving absent mindedly through the thickets of grass. His body coming to a rest outside the fencing of an Lander's farm. He would look around sliding through the fencing. His feet prodding carefully through the fields of food. Stopping infront of a row of carrots. He would kneel down grasping the food from it's dirt riddled home. He would walk holding three carrots in his hands sliding himself into the barn attached to the farm. He would find himself sitting down into a large pile of hay. His eyes shifting to a close his body sliding back into the soft straw. He would awaken to noise infront of him. His eyes slowly coming to look at the source of the fumbling noise. He would see a young female infront of him, Holding a aging Windsor Iron Longsword. She would be struggling to point it at him. He would move his hands to his sides. Instinctively going towards his blades before realizing they were gone. He would open his mouth to speak. "Hey I don't want any trouble!" He would be cut off the blade slashing at his face. His hand pressing into the palm of the blade pushing it back to the ground shoving and pinning the girl to the ground. His eyes coming to focus on the young lass. Around 18 in age. Pale skin curved like endless moonlight. Pink subtle lips with doe blue eyes stared in fear of Shaz. The female's blonde hair splayed out on the floor. A golden halo to this angel. She would struggle letting out a scream. "Let go of me you monster! I won't have you kill be like my father!" He would find himself releasing her wrist. His hands moving to press to the ground pushing back placing his hands folded infront of himself. His eyes shifting to watch the female look up and down her brilliant blue eyes avoiding all contact with his own. He would look over at her his hand holding the sword still. Staring at the blade before resting it to her side. "I am sorry about what happened.. to your family.. But I am not here for that.. I was just taking a rest.. Ill be out your hair shortly.." He would bring himself to a stand. His body dirty his hair unkept a small beard having formed. The female would speak "You're pretty dirty for a adventurer. But you stole from me.. You will work it off in the fields. And Go take a bath you stink.." He would watch the female walk off into the farmhouse. Standing up to follow behind her being lead into a bath. He would slide in cleaning the grime of himself. The silver tag around his neck swinging lightly. He would exit the bath coming to find a lander's outfit. Blue jeans, Boots and a black ranch like shirt. He would slowly get dressed sliding on the well fit boots. Before tieing his hair up with a black Bandana. He would hold his starter's leather armor in his hands tossing it into the flames of the fireplace. Resting his hands together he would sit on the bed. His eyes looking up watching the blonde female enter into the room. He would stand infront of his form. "My name is Elizabeth.." 1 Month later.~ "STRAIGHTS!" Shaz would extend his arms slashing his sickles out to the side cutting the sugar cane with ease. He would stand there in the hot sun bringing his cloth to his face wiping away the sweat. Elizabeth would exit the house waving at him with a wide smile. The old Iron blade of her father resting on his waist. He would smile walking over to her. Quickly being greated to the kiss on his lips. He would give the female a smile. Snaking his arms around her holding her close to his form. "What a lovely day.. isn'" Darkness. That was all that crossed Shaz's mind as an Blast of magical energy struck him in the back. Sending him sliding across the field and into the fencing. His eyes glazing over watching a hooded set of men grasp the female. He would extend his hand before a stiff foot struck him in the face. Darkness.. a welcome sight.. 2 Hour later.~ Slowly struggling to come to his feet. He would stand up wiping the blood away from his nose. Screaming out. "Elizabeth!!!" His eyes scanning the area he would fall to his knees. Slamming his fist into the ground his eyes coming to rest on a golden shine in the sun. His fingers grasping at a small amount of a familiar blonde hair. He would look up seeing a small trail of his Mate's hair. He would stand up following the trail before moving into a full sprint. He would run for well over 2 miles. Coming to skid to a stop outside of a small cottage outside of the edge of the forest. A level 1 Summoner of the Race of Ritual standing back turned to the darkness. His body rushing forward snaking his arms around the neck of the weaker sentry yanking his head to the ground he would grasp at a rock slamming it into the Summoner's skull a loud pop heard over the compound, This would continue to the edge of several minutes before the sentry stopped moving fading away. He would place his hand onto the ground standing up his body covered in blood. He would move forward kicking open the door of the cottage. Copper.. The stench of copper filling his nose. Flashing bolts of pain moving into his shoulder he would look around trying to calm his breathing. His eyes coming to rest on the long flowing blonde hair resting in a chair. He would walk over to the silken flowing locks of gold. "Elizabeth We have to get" His words cut off. Spinning the chair around he would find the source of the smell.A body.. That's what it was.. It was no longer Elizabeth.. But a hollow husk. The chest split open from the top of the collar bone. down between her breast, before curving down her hips.. She had been dressed.. like a deer. Dressed like a wild animal. He would stand there his hand covered in blood he would just stare silent. Bringing himself to sit down against the wall folding his hands as his body slumped down. Trembling shaking vibrating the fear violently crushing his very soul. He would sit there closing his eyes once more. The sound of wood being moved. His eyes snapping open to watching the door of the cottage swing open. A level 1 Wolf hair Enchanter would enter. The struggle was brief.. Shaz's hands would move up grasping the ears of the beast, Shoving his back into the wall. White slight fangs would hang in shaz's mouth digging his teeth into the throat of the Wolf-Hair. He would tear bringing his thumbs up to the eyes of the canine. Pressing into the sockets The whites of his eyes would fold with the black of his pupils. He would tear savagely shaking and tearing out the throat of Mage. Shoving his body to the ground he would spit out the chunk of meat he had torn. He would stare as his hands. Blood leaking down his face onto his shirt. A pusling fountain of blood would leak from the wolf-hair's neck. His body shattering leaving behind a single book. "Grimore,Pale Necronomicon." "Crafted of the flesh of a virgin maiden of the land." "They killed her for a neeping.. book.. a neeping book.. Who the neep are we in this neeping land.. We are neeping immortal they are not.. Who The neep are we to kill them! Our lives are worthless.. Our Lives mean nothing compared to them... Now shes neeping gone... Shes neeping gone and all i have is this neeping book.. Now shes gone.. And I need her... Now shes gone... And I want her... I neeping need her... I neeping need her.." His hand kneeling down to grasp the book into his palm. He would stare holding the pale white book in his hands. He would fall to his knees holding the book to his chest. Slumping over his head hitting the ground with a soft thud. He would inhale the scent of the book. Holding it to his chest. His eyes closing once more. The closing scent of darkness invading his eyes. Flashback end. Shaz would sit up slowly holding his hand to his face. Wiping away the tears from his eyes. He would take a single sheet of his adverts folding it into a single rose. He would throw it into the wind watching it be carried towards the east. The Eastward wind is where home is.. It will always be home. Shaz would drop down from the roof landing on a tall bookshelf. His hands grasping the front of it like a cat. Slowly looking around his Library he would drop off the bookshelf landing infront of Xhy with a soft thud. He would turn and look at the female, Taking a step back his hand reaching for his sword. His eyes would scan the female's form quickly taking note of the pink locks drapping from her head. "Oh, It's You Xhy! How have you been? Have you been adventuring? I see you've left being a pharmacist. Just like I have So what's new? Join a Guild yet?" He would turn and walk over to his main worktable. Clearing it off of dust and books before sweeping off a seat. He would sit down across from table from the girl pushing out a seat for her to sit in a soft smile crossing his face. "Sorry for the mess! I just kinda found this place." His body would be covered in a light dust ink coating his hands. A light 5 o clock shadow covering his face. Various maps and charts would be strewn across the table all in vain attempts to find a way to escape this hell of a video game.

[Shepard Dagon]

Things of the trade.

In the outside, the building was a beautiful thing to watch, I always enjoyed a good book to read, yet couldn't go to the library for the danger that meant to me.
As I started to walk towards the long stairs leading to the main doors, the scent of old pages mixed with the smell of new books and fresh ink filled the air, making Shepard take a deep long breath to catch the scent of it and enjoying to the very last, remembering those old books he used to read enthusiastically in his free time.

A big smile appeared in his face meanwhile he pushed the door, and he was amazed by its colossal size and the amount of knowledge it kept in the rusty pages he saw everywhere.
The echo of his steeps resounded in the entire room as he roamed wondering how many years this place has in this reality, and how many books where here.

-Thought-
I love the forest, but this is equally beautiful.

A long moment passed since he realized how lost he was in the immensity of the building, and was that moment when he remembered what he was there for. In his pockets a paper had the area and the level he was supposed to meet somebody to make an arrangement for some alchemical items, this was his first job, and he needed anything they could give him, and he wanted to feel at least, useful for something as he didn't did anything meaningful since he got in this reality.


About five minutes past until he found the floor and the area. He got closer slowly to the only desk that was being used as he re-checked the address to be sure it was correct.

-Shepard-
It's supposed to be here, are you Shaz, the one who needed an Alchemist?

He let the paper lie in the desk near the guy sat there.

-Shepard-
Sorry for the delay, I got amazed by this place.

The Shaman couldn't help but notice there was another person there, a girl, he make a small reverence as a greeting. He couldn't ignore none of the people here, because he was there by own choice, yet he was very careful with everyone present.

-Shepard-
I'm afraid that if you need something immediately I'll have to require you to give me the ingredients, I didn't had the chance to gather some, my apologies.

[Xhy Lynn]

Xhy Lynn Xhy smiled politely at Shaz, replying in her normal tone. "I am well enough, recently joined one and I bet." Xhy looked at his appearance, nodding her head at his appearance seeing as it was ragged and almost almost neglected, and then turned her attention quickly, looking over as a new arrival had come who appeared much more seemly. Not really saying hi to her, but requesting attention from Shaz, but she didn't care, She shrugged to herself. "I had merely come by to say 'Hi', it was good to see you, and that you're doing at least slightly well, you're alive enough for the time being. I should go perhaps, others are in need of your attention for now, perhaps when I have the time I will come to stop by again." Xhy grimaced slightly but let her face return to a polite smile in front of Shaz, because she thought she really should leave, and not get too caught up in his affairs for the moment, she didn't need to know of his transactions. Xhy, after nodding politely to the new comer, quickly headed towards the doors that she had come in from not too long ago, hoping her good bye had been enough and she could slip out and be off on her way. In short Xhy made a hastily attempted exit, hoping not to be called back in the end, back into the transaction between the two males that stood within the library. ~ Health = 100% ~ Mana = 100% Xhy Lynn Shaz Shepard Dagon 247 :Word count Xhy Lynn | Bard Dancer | Artisan