Post by Kellan on Jul 28, 2005 8:24:52 GMT -5
Kellan was bored. She often found herself in that state due to her immortality. She was wandering the corridors of her home and looking for anything interesting to do.
As she was turning the corner towards the South Wing, a flash of light caught her eye. She moved toward the source, but only found a blank wall of stone. She moved her hands across it, but still found nothing. She looked down at the floor in thought, then realised that the floor here was made of wood. This was the second floor, wood could not hold stone. It wasn't strong enough. She snapped her head back to the wall and pushed on it with a lot of strength. It didn't take that much though, just slid in and aside. Kellan stumbled in a foot or foot and a half before regaining her grace and walked inside.
The room was dark, so she walked out and grabbed a torch. When she walked back in she found more torches on the wall and lit them with her own.
When the room was alight she saw cobwebs over at least ten tables. Scrolls and ink were set near them, some turned over, other still standing properly with quills placed in the bottles.
She moved around silently. It seemed from marks on the wooden floor that people were in here often and one time, there was a fight. Perhaps it was internal, as the room was well hidden. She looked at the walls and found a few spots of blood. The way they sprayed said it was a knive or sword slit to the throat and the wall was behind the victim.
Kellan's eyes drifted to a door at the back of the room. Upon opening it she found more scrolls, thousands more... All lined up on shelves. She lit more torches in the room and sorted through several. Most were old scripts in dead languages, stories for little children. Others were messages from the gods and goddesses to the priestesses and priests who served them. She wondered who lived here before her if scribes were writing divine decries.
Kellan turned back and closed the door tightly behind her. Oddly it disappeared. She stared at the wall curiously and continued to read through the ones in the room quietly. She had trouble with them as they were, surprisingly, in older text than any of the others. They used symbols and words, an entire language that kellan didn't fully understand, even with her gifts. It became easier though as she continued.
As she was turning the corner towards the South Wing, a flash of light caught her eye. She moved toward the source, but only found a blank wall of stone. She moved her hands across it, but still found nothing. She looked down at the floor in thought, then realised that the floor here was made of wood. This was the second floor, wood could not hold stone. It wasn't strong enough. She snapped her head back to the wall and pushed on it with a lot of strength. It didn't take that much though, just slid in and aside. Kellan stumbled in a foot or foot and a half before regaining her grace and walked inside.
The room was dark, so she walked out and grabbed a torch. When she walked back in she found more torches on the wall and lit them with her own.
When the room was alight she saw cobwebs over at least ten tables. Scrolls and ink were set near them, some turned over, other still standing properly with quills placed in the bottles.
She moved around silently. It seemed from marks on the wooden floor that people were in here often and one time, there was a fight. Perhaps it was internal, as the room was well hidden. She looked at the walls and found a few spots of blood. The way they sprayed said it was a knive or sword slit to the throat and the wall was behind the victim.
Kellan's eyes drifted to a door at the back of the room. Upon opening it she found more scrolls, thousands more... All lined up on shelves. She lit more torches in the room and sorted through several. Most were old scripts in dead languages, stories for little children. Others were messages from the gods and goddesses to the priestesses and priests who served them. She wondered who lived here before her if scribes were writing divine decries.
Kellan turned back and closed the door tightly behind her. Oddly it disappeared. She stared at the wall curiously and continued to read through the ones in the room quietly. She had trouble with them as they were, surprisingly, in older text than any of the others. They used symbols and words, an entire language that kellan didn't fully understand, even with her gifts. It became easier though as she continued.
