Fort Weyr - Library Archives

Surviving the ages is something that books are known to do, especially if they are left untouched for just as long. In this room, that's exactly what has happened. Put aside as trivial information or simply determined old enough to not impact present day life, these numerous articles stored in ceiling high shelves are the forgotten histories belonging to Fort.

Miraculously, the design of the room itself has prevented any of the books from damage. The rock base of which the room's foundation is actually one of the toughest rock known to man and cannot be surpassed by any creature living, while a layer of tiles of the smoothest stone gives this room a vibrant and mysterious appeal. The door itself on the room was sealed tight and allowed for a minimum amount of circulation, thereby preventing natural decay, although most articles may be brittle despite this. White marble has been used to create an insulating layer wall against the natural rock, giving the room an unnatural brightness and a enchanted atmosphere - while also giving it four distinct walls. The ceiling as well has been made smooth with an arching apex.

As for the books and mounds of information stored in this vault of information, the organization is clear. Books bound with hard covers are kept alphabetical in the towering skybroom wood shelves, where step ladders and scrolling ladders actually attached to the shelves move to assist a person in selecting a volume. The shelves are ornately carved, many crafted with a mastery none have ever seen. Meanwhile, scrolls have a sectional shelf where each scroll based on how they were itemized has a cubical square into which they are kept in. This shelf alone has over a hundred squares in which the scrolls stick out of. As well, any loose bits of information have been assembled in files that are stored in boxes along the back wall. Apparently, recording history takes up vast amounts of space and every where one looks in this room one would find a wealth of information. The ancestors of Fort live here.


Marika has a couple of books tucked under one arm, and is wandering among the shelves, muttering to herself. She appears to be looking for something. "I know it was…" she murmurs, peering at a shelf for a long moment, before moving on. Occasionally she picks out another book, random titles, seemingly unconnected. Every time, she glances around first, as if checking if she's being watched. There are various other people in the library, though it's a reasonably quiet afternoon, really.

R'lin is hoping for exactly that, reasonably quiet, as he slips into the library with a knapsack draped over his shoulder. Without so much as a glance around he makes his way through aisles rather quickly towards the back. The greenrider turns a corner a bit quickly though in his haste and all but collides with a certain book browsing and somewhat paranoid looking guard. "Shard it!" Comes out a little loudly as he jumps, the noise echoing in the large room before he snaps his mouth shut. There's a much quieter mumbled "Sorry" that follows soon after.

Marika stumbles backwards a bit, dropping her books in surprise. "I, er… hello." she stammers out, staring a bit at R'lin. "You… startled me." she adds, though rather pointlessly, as that's a rather obvious observation. She crouches down on the floor, picking up her books one at a time. "You, ah, you seem to be in a bit of a hurry." she says, peering up at the greenrider. "After something in particular?" the young guard asks, looking around at the shelves briefly.

R'lin grimaces as the books audibly hit the floor, glancing down and quickly stooping to help. The ones he can snag first are quickly piled into his arms with an appologetic smile. "Uh… a quiet place to hide." is finally stated with a little grin. "Apparently I'm not too stealthy." In fact, he stands out quite a bit right now. His button up shirt is full of wrinkles, and all of his clothes have hints of dust sprinkling them here and there. Even his hair is gently frosted by the stuff, and a complete mess.

Marika ahhs, and frowns at the books, getting to her feet again once they're all picked up - it doesn't take long, she only had half a dozen or so. "Hmm, well the library is… usually quiet." When there aren't greenriders dashing about. She takes a step back then, eyeing R'lin up and down. "Uh, sir, I know the library tends to the dusty, but, er… camouflage isn't really necessary, sir." she says, trying to be polite, but how polite can you possibly be when pointing out such a thing?

R'lin is offering the three books he snagged out towards the other with another appologetic smile when she mentions camouflage. There's a blink and he looks downwards at himself with a sudden grimace. "Well…" he doesn't really manage much more than that. A hand goes up to run through his hair, causing a small dust cloud and a sneeze. He's not helping matters much at this point. "Perhaps I should take care of that…"

Marika takes the offered books, tilting her head a little at R'lin. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, what have you been up to that's got you so dusty?" At the sneeze, however, she takes /another/ step backwards. "That… might not be a bad idea, sir." she says, when R'lin suggests he should take care of that. "Though, the library is no stranger to dust." she notes, running a finger along a shelf, leaving a definite trail in the dust.

R'lin simply blushes at the line of questioning, now free hands slipping into his pants pockets. "Uh.. took a nap in that spare room full of pillows." At least he's being honest, right? Not that the guard really has to know. "It's rather… dusty." Ahem. "Anyhow… I should go." There's a little grin as he turns on a heel and makes his way off the other direction. Luckily there's no crashing this time.

Marika ahs at first at R'lin's explanation, then frowns slightly. "Spare room full of pillows?" she repeats to herself, shaking her head slowly. There's a glance this way and that, and then the paranoid guard slinks out of the library, possibly to search for that spare room. Whatever she was looking for can wait for another day.