Post by Runa Rothgar on Jul 26, 2019 23:34:22 GMT -5
Runa offers a sincere smile to Lord Marister , "I could almost cry... I shall see to this myself.."
As Lord Marister offers a nod in farewell his attention turns to Seamus. Runa then hears their discussion fade as she closes the bulky door to separate herself between them, and the next door behind her.
With an eager expression the Oghmanyte then pushes the remaining door, extending extra muscle with a girlish grunt as it finally gives in; scraping and creaking in unison.
"That will need a little grease.." , Runa mutters as her gaze takes in the room.
Books scatter about the shelves and upon the floor. Mold and dust riddle upon the covers of grimoires while others remain in good condition from being shielded by stacks and columns of other tomes. This place is definitely a Library... one of neglect.
"Goodness.." The priestess smooths a hand along a wooden bookshelf.
"No wonder those dolts lost the Keep... " Runa sighs softly, shaking her head, ".. They didn't maintain their Library." The Lore keeper nods to herself as if that was the whole reason to Matthias' fall.
"Their loss.. my gain.." Fingers then found themselves gripping a random, moldy layered book; text lost from the pages due to the dampness and fungal disease.
"Blasphemy.." She snorts , patting the lifeless tome and laying it to rest as if it was a revered corpse of a noble.
"This place will need an Oghmanyte's touch for sure." Runa's steps carry her from shelf to shelf , volume to volume as she studies and mentally maps the large room she has to work with.
"New carpet.. tapestries.. plants and art of course... but first." Her brows raise as she notes the labor it will take to organize all the books.
"I could use some help.."
After a time, the priestess begins to document what is organized and soon finds her mind straying.
"I wonder..." She glances about as if someone was watching her, sheepish smile. "There must be.. something. Surely Lady Dora had a heart for romance.."
The priestess glances to one particular tome, fancy and rimmed with silver. "Ahh yes.. Yeesss?!" The priestess hoists the book, face to face, brushing the dust away to reveal it's title, which she soon reads outloud:
"Breeding Your Hounds for Glorious Battle!?" Runa's brows furrow while she quirks her burgundy lips.
"Not exactly what I had in mind, dear Binder, but you do have a sense of humor.." She states flatly with a hint of amusement upon her features.
" Guide me as I organize these books, Master of Knowledge. Oghma!? I only desire to seek more meaning to the wretched maw that feasts upon the soul of the Western Reach!"
As Lord Marister offers a nod in farewell his attention turns to Seamus. Runa then hears their discussion fade as she closes the bulky door to separate herself between them, and the next door behind her.
With an eager expression the Oghmanyte then pushes the remaining door, extending extra muscle with a girlish grunt as it finally gives in; scraping and creaking in unison.
"That will need a little grease.." , Runa mutters as her gaze takes in the room.
Books scatter about the shelves and upon the floor. Mold and dust riddle upon the covers of grimoires while others remain in good condition from being shielded by stacks and columns of other tomes. This place is definitely a Library... one of neglect.
"Goodness.." The priestess smooths a hand along a wooden bookshelf.
"No wonder those dolts lost the Keep... " Runa sighs softly, shaking her head, ".. They didn't maintain their Library." The Lore keeper nods to herself as if that was the whole reason to Matthias' fall.
"Their loss.. my gain.." Fingers then found themselves gripping a random, moldy layered book; text lost from the pages due to the dampness and fungal disease.
"Blasphemy.." She snorts , patting the lifeless tome and laying it to rest as if it was a revered corpse of a noble.
"This place will need an Oghmanyte's touch for sure." Runa's steps carry her from shelf to shelf , volume to volume as she studies and mentally maps the large room she has to work with.
"New carpet.. tapestries.. plants and art of course... but first." Her brows raise as she notes the labor it will take to organize all the books.
"I could use some help.."
After a time, the priestess begins to document what is organized and soon finds her mind straying.
"I wonder..." She glances about as if someone was watching her, sheepish smile. "There must be.. something. Surely Lady Dora had a heart for romance.."
The priestess glances to one particular tome, fancy and rimmed with silver. "Ahh yes.. Yeesss?!" The priestess hoists the book, face to face, brushing the dust away to reveal it's title, which she soon reads outloud:
"Breeding Your Hounds for Glorious Battle!?" Runa's brows furrow while she quirks her burgundy lips.
"Not exactly what I had in mind, dear Binder, but you do have a sense of humor.." She states flatly with a hint of amusement upon her features.
" Guide me as I organize these books, Master of Knowledge. Oghma!? I only desire to seek more meaning to the wretched maw that feasts upon the soul of the Western Reach!"