Not too far south of Mogron Pass, there is a great library where Nasus has collected as much of the knowledge this world contains as he could. The work of collecting this world's knowledge in one place offers him solace, as his old work involved enlightening the people of his realm who entered the Library of the Cycle of Life and Death. Although his archives are not so grand, the building is massive, towering out of the surrounding sands.
At the entrance, Nasus stands, staff held in one hand as he surveys the landscape for potential students or seekers of knowledge. There is hope in him that others may come to contribute to the Library, seeking to further the cause of knowledge.
Post by magusascedant on Jan 3, 2013 23:15:46 GMT -5
The winds carried the sands of the desert through the hot air. The sun beat down with its full strength, leaving the land dry and arid. This was the Shurima Desert. This was a land few could survive.
How did the land come to this? Xerath thought as he moved across the sand. Eddies of magic created patterns in the sand as he floated across the desert floor. He did not feel the sun. He did not feel the wind. At least, not like he used to. His body had changed. He instead felt the subtle movements of magic. He felt the soft calling of the arcane. Yes, he still felt. But this was far more euphoric, far deeper. He had spent so long inside that box they had made for him. So long caged. But now he was free.
I sense your power. Xerath thought as he saw the towering building ahead of him. There is magic here.
Xerath continued ahead to the Library.
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Post by magusascedant on Jan 8, 2013 15:35:15 GMT -5
Xerath saw the large creature standing before him. Considerably larger than Xerath, the creature was green of color and stoic in appearance. But that was not all that Xerath saw. He saw before him a create pulsing with magical energy. Not the arcane energy that now formed Xerath's body but energy that moved life and death.
"Greetings Master Curator," Xerath did not bow. He merely acknowledged the presence of what he assumed was the curator of the building behind him, "My name is Magus Xerath and I believe you have that which I seek."
This creature will know Xerath thought to himself This creature will guide me to what I seek.
Nasus turns and looks at Xerath. After a few moments, he nods.
He has caused great destruction, Nasus thinks. However, I do not sense the desire for further destruction within him, simply a desire for power. We will see if he is worthy to access the Archives.
"Greeting, Magus," Nasus replies simply. "What do you seek within the Archives?"
Skarner ambled towards admirable library, looking for the enigmatic Curator of the Sands. The abrasive winds did not bother his crystalline exterior, but the intense glare of the sun caused modest irritation. He felt not nervous, but inquisitive. He had never spoken to Nasus outside of the Fields of Justice, and was unsure as to what to expect.
As he approached the Curator, he slowed his pace. Though ancient himself, Skarner was humbled by the timeless creature. Out of respect, he bowed his head slightly to Nasus, and waited to be addressed.
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Nasus sights the Crystal Vanguard approaching the library and nods to himself.
Interesting. I wonder what he seeks...
Nasus regards the scorpion-like being before him with a look of interest mixed with respect for a being who has suffered much in a very long lifetime. His mind brims with questions for one of the oldest and wisest native beings still alive on this planet, but he stifles them for the time being. He returns the nod before speaking.
"Greetings, Skarner," he says. "What do you seek?"
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"Hello, Curator. The knowledge that I seek today is of a personal nature." Skarner declared. He attempted to remain calm, but there was a trace of excitement in his voice.
"The humans have gathered limited knowledge regarding my kind. Indeed, most did not know of our existence prior to my emergence in Kalamanda. Hence, driven by curiosity, I must ask: Do your archives contain any information pertaining to the Brackern? Were there any cultures that knew of us?"
Skarner nodded to indicate that he had finished, and eyed the inscrutable being standing before him, attempting to decipher his thoughts.
Zilean had been travelling the arid desert for weeks, surviving on little water and nourishment. The never stopping clock he wore on his back bore down on him as he travelled further and further into the unknown, his scarce energy draining with every metre. But Zilean couldn't stop. He couldn't stop until he had found what he was looking for. A cure for his chrono-displasia, and the names of the summoners who had brought desolation to Zilean... and Urtisan.
I must not stop! I must make haste, for every moment that I take, time is wasting... Zilean thought in an attempt to strengthen himself. The way is always the same, forwards. Time goes forwards, but never backwards. I must face what time has to offer with courage. Zilean collapsed under the weight of his vast burdens, both mentally and physically.
Zilean awoke, face down in the dry sand. Little did Zilean yet know, but time had distorted around him, due to the effects of his chrono-displasia. Zilean rose from the sand groggily, trying to shake off the headache that he had inherited from his extended sleep. Zilean began to gain his bearings, and scanned his surroundings. Upon turning Zilean saw a building. Surely this is but an illusion, time cannot create buildings out of thin air! You've done it again boy, you're becoming delusional! Zilean convinced himself.
Zilean, full of wishful thoughts, stumbled over to what appeared to be a library of great proportions. As the building grew in size, Zilean began to make out shapes of objects in front of the library. Funny shaped objects Zilean thought to himself. Wait a minute, that's Nasus and Skarner, but what are they doing here? Zilean sat a short distance from the building and waited patiently for Nasus and Skarner to finish their business. After all, he had an eternity to live, so why not use it? Zilean closed his eyes and began to meditate...
In the distance from the grand library a small explorer has crossed the land gear in hand he had a purpose of coming into the library of great knowledge in which he visited if were to question something significance inside his store which was recently given to him. The individual was dressed in in Explorer clothing with his goggles on to block the in coming sand storms from his eyes. Also dressed with a mining helm,a coat, a lasso, and etc.
The searing desert heat was a painful experience that most explores would have quit just entering into it. The dry winds also would've cause terrible for does who lack the supply of water needed to cross this great desert.
Yet this individual was not like the rest of them this individual was no other then the Ezreal. At the entrance there was already champions conversing at the entrance of the library. As the owner Nasus stands there dealing with the requests the other champions which were Zliean, Xerath, and Skarner. Still Ezreal wasn't a rude person to interrupt other people's turn so Ezreal polite waits till everyone else was done before he can submit his reasons of coming.
Nasus takes a moment to ponder Skarner's question.
"It is possible there may be some Shuriman texts describing your kind, though it is unlikely," he says. "Since I organize the text based on what they pertain to, you'd be most likely to find it in the section of the Archives devoted to Kalamanda. Should you need assistance, I managed to procure the service of several librarians with some help from the Institute who will likely be more than happy to aid you."
Nasus gestures inside the library just as one of the librarians walks by, a weathered man who looks to be in his fifties and slightly out of place as a librarian. He glances outside and his eyes widen in surprise.
"Guess my work's really getting started now," he says, sighing resignedly as he walks to the entrance. "If anyone's ready to enter, I'll help you find your way and locate the texts you seek."
Nasus loses his composure for a brief moment and looks surprised at the arrival of Zilean and Ezreal. When Nasus had opened the Archives, he hadn't expected many to seek out the Archives, especially since he announced its opening so recently and in so remote a locale. To see five of his fellow champions here already made him... happy.
So many people in so little time... he thinks. Perhaps I should look into procuring the services of a few more librarians.
"Greetings, Chronokeeper, Ezreal," he says, nodding respectfully as he acknowledges each. "I have been expecting you, Ezreal. One with a thirst for knowledge as strong as your own is welcome within the library. As for you, Zilean, I believe I may know why you have come."
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The Brackern motionlessly gazed at Nasus as he spoke. Though Skarner had not expected that the Archives would include any noteworthy documents about his kind, he still felt a twinge of disappointment as Nasus confirmed his suspicions. He nodded as Nasus finished.
"As I had suspected. The archive keepers in the Institute of War found nothing of my kind. It seems the humans were too preoccupied with themselves to see the world before their eyes." Skarner spoke the last sentence in an almost bitter manner.
"You yourself are an example of the humans trifling with magic that they had not yet understood. The summoners recited to me your story at my request. To be isolated from your kind at such a critical time... the anguish must ache." The sympathy in the ancient voice was audible.
Skarner turned to the librarian. "I will search for any documents that speak of my kind, though it seems doubtful that we will find anything comprehensive."
Skarner turns back to Nasus. "Thank you for assisting me, Curator." He bows again, and waits for any closing observations.
Nasus watches the disappointment wash over the Brackern like a wave.
I think I know how Ezreal can help me now. he thinks.
"Do not let this setback slow you down, Skarner," he says awkwardly, unused to reassuring others. "I have not yet led expeditions into Kalamanda, which is the place most likely to contain documents of your kind. The Archives are still growing, afterall."
At mention of his summoning, Nasus' eyes cloud over as he remembers his old duties, as Keeper of the Great Library of the Cycle of Life and Death, when his brother Renekton was still of sound mind. A time and place that will never be again...
"This civilization is still young," he finally replies. "They will learn the errors of their ways, one way or another."
Ezreal then greets Nasus dust off his clothing from the sand he gained on his way into the Archives. "Good day Nasus I've come here to investigate a antique I gained from my pawn shop". Ezreal shows Nasus a lens of some sort and it beams with mystic energy. "This lens can help lead me to discover something big! When I see through this lens it show some sort of hieroglyphs like instructions to something but what. This is why I came into your Archives to find a key so I can read theses hieroglyphics."
Nasus studies the lens for a moment. The lens continues to glow softly under the Curator's stare. After a few moments, he stands and puts a hand to his chin in thought.
"If I understand your request correctly, Explorer, you wish to find more of these sorts of hieroglyphs within the Archives in order to perhaps translate them?"
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