The Map Room

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The mage shook his head in silent regret at the carnage of knowledge displayed yet again before him. Each time he came across a ruined tome his sadness was renewed afresh as if reawakening an old painful memory. Such a waste.

Sorrowfully, Miklos sifted amongst the ruins with a vain hope that something or some clue might have survived, but the urgency of the party to move on would stop him from making a thorough search.

Feldard took quick stock of the room and seeing little of interest, moved to the door to the north. The charred remains did not evoke any amount of sympathy or sadness from the dwarf. Books were for scholars, those like Miklos and Maruc and elves evidently; not for warriors such as himself. Nor was he concerned anymore about the cause of such damage. It was so old that it had no bearing on his purpose here in these underground halls. The prison cells had renewed the vigor and pace at which he and his companions worked through the rooms. He intended to keep up the pace until either he dropped from exhaustion or found the Sisters and the elfmaids.

The priest’s eyes had swept the room, a brief moment of doubt crept over him as memories of the fire at the cloister flashed across his vision. He shook the thought out of his head and with steely determination he followed the dwarf toward the only exit from the room.

Hasan followed as well, though his guts and heart longed to stay behind to search the library of Elyas. “Some other time,” he counseled himself, but having spoken aloud, in reassurance to the party. ” Some other time we shall more closely search this, the Elyan lore. But now, alas! Hasten, my friends.”

The dwarf approached the burnt door to the north, he checked the ground for sign of recent disturbance in the soot, dust and wreckage. Seeing nothing of interest, Feldard continued, only pausing long enough to listen at the door but a moment before testing the handle and then stepping through.

Untouched by the fires that gutted the room next door, the walls of the room were lined with map cases. An elegant solid wooden table stood in the center of the room.

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4 responses to “The Map Room

  1. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Miklos’s eyes lit up as he scanned the room beyond, evidently some sort of cartographers study. “My friends, if you might endulge my curiosity for a few minutes. These maps may prove important as to the designs of the Darker order.” Without waiting for a reply or permission he swiftly made his way over to the central table to see if the last occupant had left anything of interest on it. He also checked to see if it had a lifting lid (as map tables often do) or draws.

    “All maps are of vital importance and take scholars months and years to produce.” he looked up at the impatient faces of the milling party. “I would like to take as many of these as we can with us. I would be a disaster if these were lost, they may hold some clue to further our knowledge of the Darker order’s intentions.” Miklos cut through the the first words coming predictably from the surly dwarf, “If you help, the less time we’ll take. Do not bother with the unreadable ones.”

    If the table reveals nothing of interest Miklos will get one his sacks, go to the map archive and open a scroll case to see if any maps have survived the weight of time.

  2. Maruc (Clr 4)

    The cleric turned to the dwarf as he wandered over to the archive. “Can you determin if there are any concealed exits from here?” he asked whilest idly opening a scroll case and observing the contents.

  3. Feldard (Dwf 4)

    At Miklos’ words the dwarf snorted, so much for haste. Feldard brusquely nodded at the clerics question and circled the room, looking over the stonemanship for clues to a concealed door.

  4. Hasan

    At the sight of his companions stopping to investigate the maps, Hasan will return to the library to search there. “Tell me if you find anything, but we don’t need six here, and I cannot bear to leave the library less searched than here. Come, Saeth, you surely cannot pass by this chance to see the lore of my ancestors. I would love to discuss what differences you see in our story and yours.”

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