[I]Down the road that leads south from Town Square is a squat, ugly building. This plain structure is purely archival, for it once held the lot of Epicus's books, scrolls, and tomes. A fire nearly destroyed the old, wooden building, and so all the materials of knowledge within its walls were moved to the basement of Dawncast Hall, a stone structure less likely to burn. Since then, the library has been locked up and abandoned.[/i][/I]
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Pedestrians continued to pass by now and then, sparing only a glance of curious interest at the mohawked elf, glances that turned away quickly in either shame of starting, or disinterest.
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*He waited a few minutes, then decided that sitting here was pointless. He walked away, not sure exactly where it was he was going, but knowing that it had to be better than nothing.*
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Orin, Darren, and Sai-Hulud went down the stairs of Epic Hall and took a side road out of Epic Square toward the old library. Orin explained on the way.
Orin- "Early yesterday, wait...two days ago now, a pair of Fighters who were out late, returning to their guildhouse," Orin referred to Stonehelm fortress, which crested the southwest arc of the outer wall. "heard a struggle and a scream from the Old Library. They tried to enter but the doors are both locked hard, and barred. Obviously we suspect a murder, and I would've checked it out earlier on my own, except Harek prefers that we not travel alone. The damn kidnapping has him and the Lord on edge."
The trio reached the old building and stopped by the front door, which was heavily barred with several thick plants nailed over the door. Orin nodded to Sai-Hulud and his heavy staff.
Orin- "I don't have a prybar, or an axe. Break the beams."
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The blow crashed into the beams and broke them roughly. Orin held up a hand for Sai-hulud to stop after the first blow, and fished out a keychain from his belt.
Orin- "When this library nearly burned to the ground, it was abandoned and the books moved elsewhere. We had meant to repair it, but other problems arose, and so we just locked it up until then. Kept it quiet, at least, until now."
The lock clicked and Orin withdrew the key, and pushed the door open. Although it was late afternoon, the room beyond was utterly dark, for the windows were boarded up. Even so, there was nothing lacking to the smells of the room. It was dank, musty, and there was a fresher smell. That of death, of a freshly decaying corpse.
Somebody obviously died here, recently.
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Orin stepped through the doorway and lifted a small lantern, one with no candle in it. Yet, as he held it out, a small orb of light formed into it.
The dim cast of the forming light illuminated the blood-stained floor at their feet, and outlined the form of two bodies before the light came to full, revealing the horror of the scene.
One body was female, and she had been perhaps seventeen. The side of her head was crushed in as if struck by a hammer, and her torso was repeatedly lacerated with deep cuts. The other body was male, face down...except his neck was twisted around, so while his stomach pressed against the ground, his dead gaze stared at the ceiling.
Orin made a choking noise, biting back the bile that threatened to leap from his stomach.
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The three stood there for a few more moments before Orin swallowed back the bile and went over to the corpses, and knelt beside the girl. He briefly held her face in a hand, trying to see if he recognized her as anyone of importance.
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Orin- "Early yesterday, wait...two days ago now, a pair of Fighters who were out late, returning to their guildhouse," Orin referred to Stonehelm fortress, which crested the southwest arc of the outer wall. "heard a struggle and a scream from the Old Library. They tried to enter but the doors are both locked hard, and barred. Obviously we suspect a murder, and I would've checked it out earlier on my own, except Harek prefers that we not travel alone. The damn kidnapping has him and the Lord on edge."
The trio reached the old building and stopped by the front door, which was heavily barred with several thick plants nailed over the door. Orin nodded to Sai-Hulud and his heavy staff.
Orin- "I don't have a prybar, or an axe. Break the beams."
Orin- "When this library nearly burned to the ground, it was abandoned and the books moved elsewhere. We had meant to repair it, but other problems arose, and so we just locked it up until then. Kept it quiet, at least, until now."
The lock clicked and Orin withdrew the key, and pushed the door open. Although it was late afternoon, the room beyond was utterly dark, for the windows were boarded up. Even so, there was nothing lacking to the smells of the room. It was dank, musty, and there was a fresher smell. That of death, of a freshly decaying corpse.
Somebody obviously died here, recently.
Orin stepped through the doorway and lifted a small lantern, one with no candle in it. Yet, as he held it out, a small orb of light formed into it.
The dim cast of the forming light illuminated the blood-stained floor at their feet, and outlined the form of two bodies before the light came to full, revealing the horror of the scene.
One body was female, and she had been perhaps seventeen. The side of her head was crushed in as if struck by a hammer, and her torso was repeatedly lacerated with deep cuts. The other body was male, face down...except his neck was twisted around, so while his stomach pressed against the ground, his dead gaze stared at the ceiling.
Orin made a choking noise, biting back the bile that threatened to leap from his stomach.