Welcome to Twilight Hall's Historical Library and Archives
Comfortable chairs line the walls of this library, which is filled with rows of built-in bookshelves littered with musty vellum tomes and illuminated manuscripts. Warm and brightly lit, this is the perfect place to hide from a cold, damp and otherwise dreary night -- suitable for both research and contemplation. The smell of ancient parchment and drying ink overwhelms your senses, the gently shifting air pulling the aromas with it. A soft shuffling grabs your attention and you see a librarian with a pair of spectacles perched on her petite nose pushing several rather large books back into place on a shelf a little too high for the ladder she is on. She is wearing a shapeless grey dress and a silver Twilight Hall pin on its collar, her scrunched face making her seem very dedicated to her work. Peppered hair is caught up in a messy bun with what looks like a sketching pencil barely holding it all in place, a few smudges of ink decorate her cheek, and stain her fingertips.
A large glowing astrolabe shifts and swirls with the eddies of mana through the library, a coraesine door to your left beckons you back towards the house, but at the far wall is an archway carved to look like precariously perched tomes and books containing a swirling mist of twilight blue striated with crimson threads. The portal's energy pulsates rhythmically, but every now and then the halo expands to reveal a room beyond its glimmering surface.
The intelligent-looking woman finally notices you and blushes profusely, a stuttered apology follows as she seems to forget how to function for a brief moment. Gesturing to follow her, she leads you to the portal and smiles, "The knowledge held within was meant to be read, visitor, so you are welcome to look around. If you have a story you’d like to add, we would love to hear it. Visit the Curator's office to sign in for book lending, and the Historian records and collects tomes.. if you have something you'd like to add, please visit her."
Smiling gently again, she leaves you to make your choice so she can finish shelving the large tomes that had been lent from the library to various patrons. Humming to herself before she walks back towards the main desk. A small halfling clerk sitting on the desk's surface with a tart in her hands, there are crumbs littering the floor around where she sits, as well as her lap and sleeves.
A large glowing astrolabe shifts and swirls with the eddies of mana through the library, a coraesine door to your left beckons you back towards the house, but at the far wall is an archway carved to look like precariously perched tomes and books containing a swirling mist of twilight blue striated with crimson threads. The portal's energy pulsates rhythmically, but every now and then the halo expands to reveal a room beyond its glimmering surface.
The intelligent-looking woman finally notices you and blushes profusely, a stuttered apology follows as she seems to forget how to function for a brief moment. Gesturing to follow her, she leads you to the portal and smiles, "The knowledge held within was meant to be read, visitor, so you are welcome to look around. If you have a story you’d like to add, we would love to hear it. Visit the Curator's office to sign in for book lending, and the Historian records and collects tomes.. if you have something you'd like to add, please visit her."
Smiling gently again, she leaves you to make your choice so she can finish shelving the large tomes that had been lent from the library to various patrons. Humming to herself before she walks back towards the main desk. A small halfling clerk sitting on the desk's surface with a tart in her hands, there are crumbs littering the floor around where she sits, as well as her lap and sleeves.