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**Some weeks ago**

Callum sat in his tower in Naeloth brooding, his white hair falling down across his shoulders and his chest rising and falling in a shallow fashion. He was getting old and he knew it. A hacking cough ripped through his chest and there was a little blood mixed in with the phlegm.

Looking across the Sea of Naeloth between the Pillars erected on his roof by Sithra the Gypsy he smiled as he thought back to days of his youth and lovers long gone and he settled on his old friend the red-haired strumpet and smiled.

Never a lover but a sporadic friend and always a lady he respected, feared and would walk across hot coals for.

She had had the dreams and the fire and been somehow affected way back by Gabriel and also somehow by the magic that Garod Lord of Tremere had spread across the lands. She had too tried to use her charms on Ra’Karn Moon all those years ago. Callum chuckled to himself and clapped his hands to summon his Grandfather’s ghostly horse. He patted its strange ectoplasmic neck and whispered a few words and they found themselves outside of The Library.

And there was the library in all its glory – a place filled with reports, documents and most of all secrets…

Riding towards the entrance Callum noticed a small key hidden in the soil near the entrance.




Moving forwards Callum picked it up and slowly approached the large imposing front door of the building wondering and hoping… at the same time a feeling of deep dread settled in the pit of his stomach.

He could smell the musty books inside and gingerly he placed the key within the lock – half expecting some snare or booby-trap to explode in his face, or some powerful magics to erupt and turn him into a frog or worse.




The library was clearly deserted and by the look of the dust which had settled on the ground and the lack of any human sized tracks there had been no visitors for some time. The panic inside Callum began to rise further into his throat and his heart began to pound as he shouted her name. “Seriya?” But there was only a stony silence.




Feeling like an intruder he crept up the stairs to the secret book section and tried to enter – but the gate was firmly warded magically and no entrance could be gained.




Callum decided to look around the parts of the library to which he did have access and on the top of a small pile of books he found one with the following cryptic message inside it:



“Stranger

If you are reading this, then this building must seem empty and void.

But think: Has the moon forsaken you only because it is black?

Little does the doe, grazing in the dew-soaked field, know of the soft step of the wolf prowling in the shadows of the trees behind her.

The work of the Brotherhood is almost complete. The hour of the wolf draws near.

At the foretold time, the Law of Fives will reign supreme. The servants of Dinaraug shall fulfil their destiny.

And you, stranger, shall fulfil yours.”





Callum sat down and began to ponder this. Taking out his small clockwork owl he began to dictate messages into its small ears about destinations, people, places and most of all those who would be interested in such a place and such a find.

He went outside and whispered a few words of power to protect Bobo as he sent it up into the sky and on its way.

It soon became a small speck tossed upon the clouds and the will and wishes of Sosaria …

ooc Please send me your stories like this for inclusion on the News page via PM - even a few details and a few pictures and I can write it up into an in character account. I just wanted to give you an idea of a short in character story to try and draw people into role playing.

I read this on stratics for it really intrigued me as this is the old Library of the Darkcloaks.
A building i had been keeping an eye on less it fall down as i had wanted to get a hold of all the IC books they had gathered over the years.

I have a passion for collecting IC books from this shard and others i have visited.

get in line

hee hee
Should do a swapsies