Third Cycle of Kalendryas, Season of Winter, Era XV
Candlemark 1200 – High Noon
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The old library of Vers had also been removed from its current position - like the School itself it had seemed to be too outdated to fit in with such a dynamic and upbeat town. Rather than dark, musty halls where elderly scholars would peer silently at dust-ridden volumes by torchlight, the new facility was a large, windowed building with vast areas of reading tables and benches that was cheerily light during the day and warmly-lit at night. There were no torches here, of course, due to the paranoia that the librarians had with naked flames being so close to priceless volumes and manuscripts; rather, the School had hired several Elementalists to cast several Glowing Spheres to hover around the ceiling, casting a fair ammount of light below.
The building had been erected in memory of Balet'hos, a highly successful businessman who had donated large sums of money to the construction of the school. Sadly, he had passed away during the building process from serious illness of the heart, but not before bequeathing several hundred thousand crowns to the massive project - his entire life savings and profits. It was fitting that a new section of the campus would be dedicated to him.
Row upon row of easily-accessable bookshelves were arranged in logical patterns around the building. Along the walls were several fully-transparent windows - not glass, but still highly-polished and well-crafted crystal. Light streamed in to all corners, enabling the spines of books to be easily read and selected. Around the entrance were large see-through locked shelves, in which were contained the most rare and valuable manuscripts. They were for display only, and never taken out unless in the most rare and ceremonious circumstances.
The faeries were no longer around to swap their wings and hover around the place, making book access a lot easier. A bunch of other employees now had that duty, one or two being capable of flying or grabbing books from affar through arcana methods. A long flat desk was placed perpendicular to the wide entrance doors and a metre or so to the right, so that as one walked in one could see almost the entire Library. Above the desk was a large carved wooden notice. It read: Only registered and current students of the Imaden School of Higher Learning or those with signed permission forms from a Faculty Head will be permitted to borrow books. Limit six books per person per cycle.
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The Archmagus opened up the large wooden doors bearing entry into the library, holding his breath while they quietly shut behind him.
Vers. The City of Magic. Birthplace to Julos.
It had all started here…right here…. the Elflord considered, tasting the remnants of arcana contamination on the tip of his tongue even as he breathed. He glanced around the foyer of the library, atypical for any sort of institutional place of learning. His almond eyes came to rest upon the sign depicting the accessibility of leasing to students, and warranted a small frown. He would have to do his studying here. Yet perhaps…
Walking over to the large desk perpendicular to the doors on his right, he glanced around and attempted to spot a receptionist.
“Serale? I was looking for a few books on the history of this city…hello?”