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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 1, 2015 16:30:39 GMT -5
Far underneath the rest of the Citadel, a small team of mostly insane researchers search through the oldest of the archives of the institute, seeking legible copies of manuscripts to recopy for research and posterity. Sara Banefort and Morgan, among a few others, are granted access to the team, led by the Archmouster. The peculiar nickname comes from the little pale man never leaving the tunnels save for sleep or to show off a particularly rare book he has found.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 1, 2015 16:37:14 GMT -5
Morgan gazed at the archives in awe. Being here was almost as exciting as getting her first link and she wanted to dive in without regard for good manners or Citadel procedure. But common sense held her back.
"Have you been here before?" She asked Sara.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 1, 2015 16:44:39 GMT -5
"Basically no one has," she said. It's cold and damp this far down, and the vents to try keeping moisture siphoned out rusted and faded long ago. The Archmouster looked at the two of them with his giant pale eyes.
"We seek manuscripts!" he said in a high pitched voice. "You wear zee gloves and are veeery careful turning pages. You see something can be read you immediately reeeturn to zee top! Unterstood?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 1, 2015 16:54:25 GMT -5
"Yes, Maester," Morgan said, still awed by her surroundings. "Are the manuscripts in order?" She asked hopefully.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 1, 2015 16:56:35 GMT -5
"They've been rotting for three thousand years, some of them," he said. "So not even remotely. Anything you find, you annotate in the ledger," he said. "Author, year if you can find it, and whether it is legible or not."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 1, 2015 17:06:24 GMT -5
She took a step forward, and then another. "What happens to the books that are no longer legible?" She glanced sadly at the great stacks of books.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 1, 2015 18:20:03 GMT -5
"We try restocking them,@ he said. "But most aren't even books anymore, just lumps of moss. Very tragic." He points to a pile, "those are from the Andal invasions. Give them a try."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2015 10:56:26 GMT -5
"I will," Morgan vowed. "If I find a book that relates to my particular interests, may I borrow it? I'll be especially careful."
She took an eager step forward to the books.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2015 13:14:47 GMT -5
"Of course you can't damn borrow it! These are thousands of years old. We're copying them," he said. "We copy anything legible we find."
Sara and Morgan start on their stack. Post Observation
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2015 13:50:48 GMT -5
Morgan frowned. She had so been looking forward to actually reading one or two of the ancient texts, but it didn't look that would be the case. But this was an opportunity and one she didn't intend to waste so she put on the gloves, moved close to the books and began to search.
Observation 40
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2015 13:58:18 GMT -5
104 (+4)
Morgan finds a few books she might find interesting. One is nearly perfect, detailing a campaign late in the Western King Gerold's career when he had apparently assaulted the Iron Islands after they had continued raiding even after he'd executed his hundred hostages.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2015 14:36:18 GMT -5
She carried the book over to the Archmouster, cradling it like the precious treasure it was. "I found this one," she said. "It looks worth saving, for sure."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2015 14:46:11 GMT -5
He nodded. "Go ahead and see what it says," he said. "Go upstairs and log it in, then start to copying!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2015 15:09:59 GMT -5
"Yes, mou-maester," she said hurriedly, trying to hide her smile. She grinned at Sara and whispered "Good look" before heading upstairs to give the book a proper examination.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2015 15:22:02 GMT -5
The book is a bit dry, but the story is unfamiliar to her. She copies and copies, and by halfway through it takes a complete turn. The fleet fighting on Pyke had been diverted by an army of dead men rising at the very moment of their triumph.
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