reposted from ERPA boards*

*by Jenwhittet*

* a message left attached to the Naeloth Tavern Board reads..*

Dear Friends,

Greetings to those who read this, on Behalf of the House of Tremere, I would like to invite those interested in our common intrests, to help rebuild the Library..

Taken into consideration that if your reading this message ~ you are more than likely welcome.. as most who arent dare not to journey to our lands..

As I stated before we will start to rebuild the Library, as you can well guess ..I am not accustomed to such.. *labor*.. though this will benefit us all.. I lack the means neccesary to accomplish this alone. Those who wish to help please join us this Thurs eve.. (18:00 gmt ) bring yourselves, and your slaves.. and be prepared to work..

Also I might add we need runebooks for our Library.. If anyone can help with this .. leave a message here, as I wouldnt want to waste anothers time with duplicates.

Again on behalf of My Leige, I thank all who participate, we will in turn look favorably upon on those who do help us, in this time of need. The choice is yours.. In any event.

*stamped with a halfmoon* ~ Jenwhittet, Mistress of Tremere

*by Delilah*
My brother is a grandmaster scribe... He can make you as many runebooks as you need... Just tel me how many should he make and he`ll try to fulfill the order...
Delilah
Chancellor of Spiritwood University

*by Xirzin De'Muz

Walking up the stairs of the tavern, Xirzin De'Muz spots the new message on the board and steps over to it, reading it slowly and nodding. He had had a bad day dealing with the drow elders who were decyphering the ancient scrolls of Vhaeraun. They were becoming irritable to him as they constantly reminded Xirzin about the teaching of the Spider !!!!!, Lolth and the possibility that finding these artifacts could bring about another war with Her minions.

But the message about the re-building of the library reminds him of the importance of Naeloth's future and his mind settles on the job ahead. Just as he goes to enter the tavern he notices the small reply, hastily written, underneath it.

Slowly, his hand tightens into a fist and he clenches his jaw. A vein appears at the side of his temple as he contemplates the reply. A few seconds pass but his anger is reborn and only seems to intensify.
Words of power spew from his lips as he throws a punch at the messages, his hand envelops in flame and the parchment explodes in a burst of paper-ash, leaving blackened embers in the corner of the messageboard. Xirzin turns and walks away from the tavern towards the library, smoke slowly departing from his hand and the singed leather of his sleeves.

*by Jenwhittet*

Night fell upon Sosaria and I journyed to the Tavern..

Out of all the things I thought I would see, I didnt expect this. The note charred and in peices on the ground. Bending down to pick it up, I wondered who done this and for what reason.

I have no choice to delay the rebuilding, I thought to myself. Wouldnt want to endanger more lives than neccesary...

I journeyed back to my home, and sit down to write to those I knew would come, explaining the reasons for the delay.

As I settled in I couldnt help but wonder again.. who...and for what reason? I found myself laughing slightly as always things come to light sooner or later. Yes.. sooner than later for sure.

As I stood under the moonlight i yelled to the night " So you stopped us for now.. " dont be as foolish to think you have done so forever.. " and so it was there I stood , with my arms crossed as the sunrise tried to peek through the darkened Fellucia skies.

Tommorow I will find Xirzin.. maybe someone seen this person.. who wants to interfere with my plans.. yes tommorow.

*by Tawnya*

A small well worn and travel weary ship arrived near the shore in front of the Naeloth Library. With a small gasp, a woman leaned over the ships's railing and told the man at the tiller to stop and drop anchor for a moment. She gazed in small horror at the remains of the building, noting that there was almost nothing left but a few small beams and that the local wildlife had practically taken over the place.

It had been quite some time since she had last seen this place, and memories flooded back to her unbidden. She wondered briefly what had drawn her back to look upon this place. She had never thought to see it again... and judging by the ruins that lay before her, she knew that it would never be the same. She could not comprehend all that had happened, and mused about what had befallen her old Lord and Lady.

A tiny tear rose to her eye, remembering when they had sent her on this journey, telling her very little of what she was to do or why. Only a few words to guide her. Little had she realized that they had ~planned~ for her to be away for so long, to perhaps never return, or that she if she did, it would be to such a... disaster.

She bowed her head, knowing that even though her journey had been completed, her duty as a librarian had been failed.

She and her trusted companion moored the boat and went to explore the rest of the city, hoping to find someone she recognized and trusted to tell her more about what had happened. As she explored, she realized that in her absence, quite a lot had changed...