**Located beneath the Crann are a series of dark chambers connected by hollowed-out roots. These are the Archives, the main store of elven knowledge going back long before the foundation of modern Greevan. Most of the collection is strictly off-limits to outsiders, but a small percentage of it is located in the main chamber, and much of the rest can be accessed through a librarian... so long as you know exactly what to ask for.**
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**Near the front of the chamber, an extremely aged elf sat behind his desk, engrossed in a tome and humming a tune to himself softly.**
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than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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**The elf looked up in momentary alarm, but upon seeing the hunters his face took a decidedly hostile turn.**
Librarian - "Yes?"
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than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**He quickly snatched it away from him, glancing at it perfunctorily.**
Librarian - "Why would someone like you need to know about this?"
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than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Binxy - "Because if if someone like me doesn't get this translated right now, he's going to come back to this honey kissin' library every single damn day to teach himself Elvish without ever washing his hands, body or clothes and is gonna touch everything."
**For a moment it seemed like the librarian was about to give Binxy a piece of his mind, but instead he muttered something under his breath that Binxy couldn't quite make it out.**
Librarian - "This... is an account of an expedition to the ruins of Leythan, which was a stronghold of our people some centuries ago, before the area was flooded. Their party rowed up the river into the heart of the Fens, coming upon Leythan around sunset. They characterized the ruins as... as overgrown, deserted, and... this is a word which does not have a direct equivalent in your tongue, but means something like 'has an feeling which suggests evil things have happened here and will happen again.' Late that night they said that they heard a 'beautiful and disturbing song' echoing from the south, and sent a small party upstream to investigate. The next morning, when the party had failed to return, they went to investigate, and found... ah, their corpses, in various states of dismemberment. They suggest that the cause may have been harpies, which seems fanciful to me."
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**They found the same librarian as the last group, now clearly livid behind his book.**
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Librarian - "Yes, for a very long time. I don't know what came over him to leave; he was a great friend."
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Sighing dramatically, the Librarian led him to a small annex off the main chamber.**
Librarian - "This was his office."
**He stood watching in the doorway.**
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**The walls of the room were papered with bits and pieces of paper, fragments of books, cuttings from newspapers, scrap paper, string, almost collaged together but with no apparent order or reason to their placement.
Meanwhile the floor, made of living wood, was quite neat, though a wastebasket next to the (quite large) desk was overflowing with balled-up paper. The desk was covered completely in books, stacked five or six deep, as was the chair, leaving only a tiny space on which one might have sat.**
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
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but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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David Eddings: The Belgariad, Mallorean, Elenium and Tamuli Series. The Redemption of Althalus
Jim Butcher: The Codex Alera Series
Librarian - "Yes?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Binxy - "Need this translated."
Librarian - "Why would someone like you need to know about this?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Binxy - "Because if if someone like me doesn't get this translated right now, he's going to come back to this honey kissin' library every single damn day to teach himself Elvish without ever washing his hands, body or clothes and is gonna touch everything."
Librarian - "This... is an account of an expedition to the ruins of Leythan, which was a stronghold of our people some centuries ago, before the area was flooded. Their party rowed up the river into the heart of the Fens, coming upon Leythan around sunset. They characterized the ruins as... as overgrown, deserted, and... this is a word which does not have a direct equivalent in your tongue, but means something like 'has an feeling which suggests evil things have happened here and will happen again.' Late that night they said that they heard a 'beautiful and disturbing song' echoing from the south, and sent a small party upstream to investigate. The next morning, when the party had failed to return, they went to investigate, and found... ah, their corpses, in various states of dismemberment. They suggest that the cause may have been harpies, which seems fanciful to me."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Binxy - "The Ruins of Leythan were on that piece of crap map we got, yeah?"
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Binxy - "Right. Let's go check out the guy with the chicken foot, then."
**They went.**
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Behold, the power of :symu:!
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You'll Be Glad You Did
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**James goes to speak.**
Jamie- "I guess, I'll do it all. Lorn, he used to work here?"
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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Librarian - "This was his office."
**He stood watching in the doorway.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Behold, the power of :symu:!
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Meanwhile the floor, made of living wood, was quite neat, though a wastebasket next to the (quite large) desk was overflowing with balled-up paper. The desk was covered completely in books, stacked five or six deep, as was the chair, leaving only a tiny space on which one might have sat.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Jamie[/b]- "Trash, James? Disgusting."
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