noveltune Chapter 133: Forgotten Knowledge
Chapter 133: Forgotten Knowledge
Chapter 133: Forgotten Knowledge
After the scouts returned, the men huddled near the center of the massive library. Konstantin and Mateo’s news that there were thousands more specters under the city was not being met with much cheerfulness. Mateo’s new runic elven blade was being passed around, but I ignored the interest. I shifted my position to listen to Konstantin, Castile, Adrian, and Delmar talking. They were all circled around the Scholar to plan an expedition further into the library.
Konstantin explained what they had found through ragged, wheezing breaths: “The library has two large towers on the northern corner of this structure. We only explored one of the towers. Each floor of the tower had its own library. We only encountered a few specters of what I suspect were the elven librarians. Easily handed, and they reformed after half an hour like the others.” He nodded at the kettle of souls to indicate it would be required.
The Scholar eagerly interrupted, “What books were in the smaller libraries?”
Konstantin shrugged, “Unfortunately, not all were as well preserved as this room. Some weather managed to get through damaged windows. The third and highest floor also has damage to the roof, and the books are just a pile of dirt from centuries in the elements.” Scholar Favian frowned at the news. “The first and second floors had books in better condition as well as a number of offices. That is where Mateo found that,” he pointed at the elven blade. “It was mounted on a wall in one of the offices.”
Delmar looked around, “We should move camp to one of the offices in the tower. It will be easier to heat and more defensible from the specters.”
All eyes turned to Castile, but she had yet to make a final decision, “What about the underground complex?”
Konstantin continued, “After we climbed the tower, we descended and thought we were headed into the sewers underneath the tower like the Scholar mentioned, but we encountered a long hallway with a number of storage rooms. We only encountered a single specter until we reached a large room littered with hundreds of skeletons, all of them elven children. That is where we drew those specters that were chasing us. Mateo got anxious and swung his new blade even though they were ignoring us,” Konstantin shook his head. “Otherwise, I think the child specters would have continued wandering the room.”
Delmar was interested in the other rooms, “Anything useful in the storage rooms?”
“We didn’t explore them too thoroughly, but it is unlikely. I suspect they were full of food and other perishable supplies that have long since expired.” All eyes turned to Castile to make the decision.
“Any sign of vermin?” Castile finally asked.
Konstantin went introspective, “I see what you are asking. Rat meat is better than starving, but I suspect the specters keep the city clear of all living things. I saw no signs of rats.” Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com
He paused before delivering more unwelcome news, “We were able to see the city from the third floor of the tower. It is still snowing out there; all you can see is white, Castile. Even the hearth tree of the elves is covered. We are trapped.”
Adrian offered some optimism, “We have enough here to burn to keep warm and just need to melt the snow for fresh water.”
Delmar dissented, “We will run out of food, Adrian. Maybe we can stretch it and let it last a month, but I doubt we are going to find anything in the city that has not spoiled or turned to dust long ago. Our only hope is we find the Scholar’s dungeon and hunt there.”
“Agreed,” Castile said tersely before an argument erupted. “We will clear the two library towers of specters and see if their libraries offer any more clues to its whereabouts.”
From his seat, Scholar Favian was quick to add, “Elven libraries in the Esenhem Kingdom have special restricted sections for magical study. Maybe one of the tower libraries is a study of the dungeon itself. It would make sense if the dungeon is indeed inside the city.”
There was slight optimism as the leadership group separated and began to move our camp to the north end of the library, closer to the towers. The decision was made for Konstantin, Adrian, Blaze, and I to go with Castile to secure one of the towers. The Scholar would come with us. Brutus, Mateo, Delmar, Flavius, and Pascal would remain with the larger group, protecting them with their runic weapons.
There was not much fanfare as we entered the doors on the north end of the library. I somehow ended up in front with a glowstone in one hand and my black blade in the other. A shield would be useless in this situation as it wouldn’t stop the specters anyway. The wide corridor had footprints from Konstantin and Mateo in a thin layer of dust. The walls were painted with images, but the dust coating them was too thick to make them out clearly.
“Follow our prints,” Konstantin said impatiently from the left. “There will be a wide stairway to the left in about fifty feet.”
I walked slowly as our footfalls were muffled by the thick dust layer. I paused at the steps Konstantin had informed me about. The stone steps were a rich beige stone and had much less dust. I started to climb the wide circular staircase. The extremely cold air had not reached freezing temperatures yet, and our ascent’s echoes made me tense as I was a dozen steps ahead of the group.
“Luck?” Scholar Favian said absently. He replaced a book, “Unfortunately, these appear to be all advanced reference manuals for professions. A lot of terminology used is even beyond my understanding.”
“Interesting, they sound valuable. What professions are here?” I asked, trying to make conversation while we waited.
“Valuable if you can read Elvish. Maybe if they were translated and transcribed, but my grasp of the finer points of the language is lacking. Let me see,” he started to walk the shelves looking at the spines, “This section here is for weaver’s, this section over here,” he paused to read a title, “appears to be for cooking—and brewing.” He spent some time on the next shelf reading titles before announcing, “It appears to be furniture making. It includes everything from cutting the tree to seasoning the wood to various techniques.”
He had covered most of the sections and came to the last full row, “This appears to be the herbalism section and apothecary section.”
“Alchemy? I have learned a little bit from Decimus,” I said excitedly.
“Not alchemy,” he shook his head, “Just basic herbalism and non-aether infused brews for an apothecary.” I was still interested, and he indicated maybe three hundred large tomes on the shelf. Of course, they were all in Elvish. I started paging through the first book on the shelf. It had a lot of pictures and text.
Seeing me enthralled, Scholar Favian returned to his own task of trying to find clues for the Shimmering Labyrinth. I was paging through my fifth book when he said, “There might be an alchemy section in a different library, or wherever the Mage College is located. It took me fifteen years to learn the nuances of the written Elven language.”
Scholar Favian started to go into his diatribe about how he became an expert on the Elven language, and I half listened as I focused on slowly turning the pages. If I couldn’t move these books to my dimensional space, I would try adding as many as possible to my dreamscape. It was over four hours before the group returned from the upper floors. I had paged through about one-third of the books before my eyes started hurting.
“How did it go,” I asked the group.
Adrian answered tiredly, “Seven specters and four poltergeists. There is nothing useful on the third floor. Part of the roof collapsed and weathered everything. All the books were mush. The second floor just had a crack in the window, but mold got to a portion the books.”
Favian eagerly stood, ready to explore upstairs despite his bloodshot eyes. Castile stopped him. “Later, Scholar. I want to get the company settled up here first. What did you find in these books?”
Scholar Favian eagerly told Castile, “It appears to be a catalog for the elven master craftsmen. I assume the other smaller libraries are the same, focusing on five or six professions on each floor. There is invaluable knowledge contained within. The Collegium Scholarium would be extremely excited to get this collection.”
Castile took in all the books but shook her head. “Getting them all out of here will be too much of a task. What about the Shimmering Labyrinth?”
Scholar Favian had a smile split his face, “Three references so far. One is very promising.” He opened a book he had put aside and started reading, “The rock spider silk spinnerets are viable for seven hours after harvest. Getting them to the weavers on Dawn’s Light Street directly from the Labyrinth is best to spin them into silk thread immediately.” His smile grew, “Dawn’s Light Street is in the city.”
“So, the dungeon is within seven hours of the city,” Adrian said unhappily. “It does not mean it is within the walls or accessible by the underground network.”
Castile gave him a harsh look. It was not like Adrian to voice his pessimism; it was not the first time since being trapped in the city. Castile barked, “Adrian and Konstantin, with me, we will go and escort the rest of the company up here.”
As they were leaving, I heard Castile voicing her displeasure at his attitude and how it would affect the rest of the company. Blaze went and sat by a window and looked out at the white expanse, slowly darkening with night. He seemed morose and was normally one of the cheerier men in the company. I was beginning to think this undead city was affecting people. I remembered that last night I didn’t dream. Maveith had also been extremely quiet since entering the city and didn’t want to play checkers. Yes, this city was definitely affecting us somehow.
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