In the library, the group worked, under the watchful eye of the ghost and the Acolyte. Both not trusting the other, they were keen to act as surveyors of the task in general, and to keep each other in their sights. In practical terms, however, unless the ghost made a move to possess another living member of the party again, or unless he bothered to materialise, he would not be of any use to the searchers. On the part of the Acolyte, the reason that she was accompanied by the men was for this purpose; she would do nothing.
“It might interest you to know that the Familiar of the wizard accompanying you has been through the library already.” Evelyn Grey looked at the ghost in surprise and he nodded solemnly, “the Familiar did not find anything other than a few tomes on the Ancient Tongue, which is probably just what that Miro wanted him to find.”
On the part of those searching through the library itself, the search continued on for another quarter of a bell or so. Torchlights began to dim and had to be switched or re-lit. Time passed and the searchers grew weary of looking, their movement became more lethargic. Finally, however, the remaining solder shouted in excitement, calling his superior over to him. He had no idea what he had found, but there was writing, and it was enough for him.
The Acolyte and ghost approached quickly and the soldier handed the book over to the Acolyte, who skim-read the first few legible pages. "Some form of Arcane studies… my grasp of Nader-Canoch is not strong enough…" she turned to the ghost, "is this it?" The ghost nodded.
“Dominion.”
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The second ghost watched from a distance, intrigued at how the poisoner worked through and found not only the visible, but the hidden. Even the ghost found himself surprised when the fragile petals of a flower, left for over half a millennium, saw light for the first time. He imagined that the flower had been pressed, to remain in such a condition for so long, but he knew that the poison crafter would know better.
With the few vials of liquid and the lotus, carefully packed away, the ghost led Parnell not the way they came, but back past the entrance, and then into the library, where the poisoner would arrive just in time to hear the name of the new arcane skill being uttered aloud.
OOCOkay… let’s call it a day on this one… if you don’t mind submitting it… thanks for getting through to the end! <.<
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