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[break] The Grand Magic archives’ librarian seems to be in a bit of a pinch. There are too many books for him to be able to arrange in a comfortable time and he is willing to pay for help!
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Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1,000 [break]Location: Royal Capital [break]Special Requirements: N/A
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Thought Amara had only just arrived in the Noble Region on this very morning, she’d already begun to take in her surroundings and learn the area. Even though she had yet to settle in at the main branch of Clover Kingdom’s State Orphanage, she couldn’t bare the probing questions from her new peers.
Are you really from the Forsaken Region? How did you come by such fashions? What is life like at a satellite location? Do they really only feed you once a day? Is the satellite location really constantly besieged by rogues? As the hours went on their inquiries grew more and more outrageous. Eventually it got to the point where their questions became obvious judgements. Many were attempting to belittle her, many more were attempting to drag her into their social politics. She expected to be kept on her toes by administration by their political movements which reduced their charges to pawns, but to see similar practices among the children housed in this place was too much. When scaled against the impact that the games that administration play, its wards were simply laughable. She wouldn’t actually laugh at them though. No, she would avoid being dragged down and distracted by their immature games.
Being around the lot of them had proven exhausting. For this reason, she decided to get out. She didn’t have her meeting with her new headmaster, Casta Grimante, until the following day. She would be meeting with other orphanage administrators over the weeks to come. So it was that she now found herself about to fly away from her new home for a days long excursion. She grabbed her broom and held it in place using her raw magics. Once comfortably seated she was ready. Her ruby red dress and copper colored cutaways were set a flutter as she activated her broom’s flying magic. A faint dust cloud erupted from the ground as she began her ascent into the clear skies overhead. Her rise was steady and smooth, something one would expect from an experienced witch or wizard who’d been flying for decades. Save for her age, none would expect that she weren’t a well tried master of flight. No one would assume that she’d only been flying for less than a month.
Apparently flying on broom, flying period, was something the majority of youth here had never done. She’d drawn a lot of attention when she arrived in the early morning. She drew even more now that the courtyard was bustling with activity. Ordinarily, only the older kids past the age of fifteen were allowed to leave the grounds without permission. And this was mostly permitted as it played into networking strategies. However, Amara would likely be given special permission anyways, being she’d just transferred from another township and it would be of great benefit to become familiar with the area. There was also a bundle of pamphlets and other literature on Raque and the surrounding townships. For now, she’d decided to satisfy her curiosity on one destination in particular; the Grand Magic Archives of the Royal Capital.
It was said to contain one of the region’s largest collections of books and research papers. It contained books on everything from history, to mystical zoology, and even ancient magic society archaeology research, and magical item blacksmithing. According to the pamphlet, its collection of the latter was said to be second only to the vast collection on the subject created by researchers in the township of Babel.
It took the better part of an hour at her top speed for Amara to make her way from Raque to the Royal Capital. The scent of seawater faded as a more neutral scented air from nearby mountains and grasslands, slightly dryer in feel, met her nostrils. When the Royal Capital was finally in view it was still miles away. So expansive was the architecture that even while still miles away, she couldn’t quite make out the tops of castle towers or the upper most point of the church steeple.
After finally spotting the town she could still barely make out how far the territory actually extended. A scene of gray stone and the occasional greenery patch stretched out as far as the eye could see. The city was a monochromatic marvel.
According to the pamphlet she read earlier, her final destination was located near the center of the town. As she flew, she passed the occasional broom mounted wizard. Each of them was dressed in finery none in Kikka could hold a candle to. She politely bowed her head to each; a gesture that was mostly reciprocated. However, every so often her consideration was repaid with a blank stare, or worse, they would look past her, through her, like she was made of glass, or like she didn’t even exist.
She reached the center of town and began her graceful descent. There were only a dozen or so people on the streets as she did so. Something told her that this was busy for the time of day in the area. With such a large amount of land, it was likely that people were used to maintaining vast amounts of distance between themselves and others when walking such wide streets. She dismounted from her broom while still holding onto it both physically and magically. This kept the flying magic active and kept her from plummeting to the ground below. She landed slowly, with the lightest tap where her feet met the grey stone ground, and a barely discernible rustling sound where the head of her broom brushed against the hard surface now underfoot.
There was no signage denoting the direction she should head. If she could only get someone to at the very least point her in the general direction, she at least could draw an image from the building from memory of the brochure she’d read earlier that day.
Each building was so tall, and each tall building was separated by enough space to fit a medium sized home. If she got lost here, it would cost her. She's considered getting back on her broom to survey from the air when an unfamiliar voice called out to her.
“Young lady, were you lost?” An older gentleman said from nearly a half dozen paces away. The man was older, paller skinned with rosy cheeks, he was perhaps in his mid fifties. He wore wireframe glasses, had shoulder length gray hair, and a matching mustache and goatee. He was on the heavier side, with a full belly that fell slightly below his hips. His clothing was finely made. His green overcoat with yellow trim was tailor made as were his matching pants. She had no doubt that the golden buckle on his leather loafers was genuine.
“Hello.” Amara said, loudly enough for her voice to carry. With so few people or other objects to absorb the sound of her voice, it carried just fine. In fact, she may have spoken too loudly. She adjusted her voice accordingly. “I was looking for the Grand Magic Archives Building. Would you happen to know which direction I might go?” She finished.
“Oh?” He began as he walked towards her. “ I don’t see too many young people travel here just to browse the Grand Magic Archives...ah but yes, of course I know where it is.” At this distance Amara could see the dampness of his skin. It looked as though he’d worked up quite the sweat. He took a handkerchief from his coat and used it to soak up the sweat from his brow and cheeks. “I’m actually the head librarian.” As he spoke, she noted the bread crumbs that fell from his mustache. He bowed after introducing himself.
Amara politely curtsied for the man who then jumped into conversation. “So where might you be from?” He said, as he began walking. He lifted his hand and pointed to one of the larger buildings just over a block away. Amara couldn’t make out all of the details, but the general shape was indeed that of the one she saw on the brochure. “I don’t recognize that style of dress.” He continued. “Not from any kingdom I’m familiar with.”
“I just relocated from Kikka to Raque. I designed and crafted this dress myself.” She responded.
“Oh very well, very well.” He said amused. “An interesting young lady indeed. And a unique, beautiful dress, but why not simply have your servant make it for you?” “I have no servants.” She responded. “I live at the Clover Kingdom State Orphanage.”
“Oh, how unexpected.” He said. He grew silent as if contemplating something. In fact, he didn’t speak again until the two of them reached the entrance. There were very few windows, likely to protect the books and other literature from direct sunlight. The windows likely only served to provide fresh air. As he reached for the iron handle of one of the large wooden doors he paused, and turned to Amara.
“Since you have an interest in our archives, might I offer you a proposition.” He began. “I doubt the other librarians were able to re-shelve the books because there were so many. If you were to help, I would gladly pay you for your troubles.” He ended, adjusting his glasses.
“I will do what I can.” Amara said after sifting through her thoughts. Though she didn’t come to work, she could entertain herself while re-shelving books.
And there were so many books. This building appeared far bigger inside than it did on the outside. For a moment, she's considered if there was some type of special magic spell involved in the construction of this building. There were thousands of books, no, hundreds of thousands. While most were on the shelves hundreds were on rolling carts and tables. A handful of librarians were scrambling to place the books in their proper place but it would definitely take them hours.
Though Amara had never performed this type of work before the system for arranging the books on shelves was simple enough to understand.
“Numbers denote the topic which precedes author. I will check in on your progress periodically.” To think that such a simple system could give order to such a mass of information on all manner of information.
Amara began in the section she’d originally planned to dive into before being offered pay, mystic zoology. The pile of books on the subject were piled up on a table in no particular order with the overflow on a pushcart right next to the table. She placed the books in their proper place on the surrounding shelves stopping every so often to browse through interesting titles. She focused more intently on books with diagrams. She learned of rare animals who developed an instinctual use for magics. Though not spells in the same sense humans use them, they followed the same rules of foundational creation. She learned of animals she’d never known existed. Some which were said to be connected to spirits and blessed by mana, and some that possessed the power to kill men with little more than a thought.
Her biggest take away thus far was just how much of a difference an archive’s funding impacted its collection of information. The Kikka archives were nothing compared to this. In just over an hour she’d handled more books than were housed by the entire Kikka archives. It took nearly two hours to clear the books from the area on mystical zoology. And because these books were nowhere near as draining as her interactions with the other kids at her new home, she still had the energy to keep working.
Next, she delved into another section. This contained books, binders, and loose documents all from Clover Kingdom’s Institute of Defensive Arts. This section contained piles of information on things like elemental pairings, advanced multi-specialty spell creation and aerial combat techniques. She laughed at herself as she’d never thought to combat anyone on a broomstick. Entire wars were fought atop broomsticks and the education of Clover Kingdom’s forces on all manner of broomstick combat was paramount for each. Each loose sheet was carefully placed in its corresponding folder and then in its sliding drawer. Each book and binder was put in its correct location. By the time she finished this section, she had scholarly knowledge on each topic which she would be sure to apply to her own magical development.
She prepared to move on to the next section when she caught a glimpse of the setting sun in the single window in the section. How many hours had she spent reading and re-shelving?
“You’ve done excellent work young lady!” The head librarian exclaimed. “Mystical zoology has been completely organized. You’ve even organized this section that my underlings have been avoiding. Everything you’ve done was done perfectly!” He continued. “We’re closed to the public now. Please come with me.” He finished. He escorted Amara to the circulation counter and had her wait for a moment. She waved goodbye to the passing librarians as the head librarian returned with a satin sack. She knew the jingle of coins well.
“Here you are. You made all the difference. Thank you for your work today. Be sure to come back again as we could use help everyday” He said, waving her off on her way.
Amara would definitely need to return home before the sun set completely. After departing she mounted her broomstick and took to the skies. She would definitely be returning.
Post by Pángǔ Shēngxiào | 生肖盤古 on May 11, 2020 18:56:52 GMT -5
Solo Missions have a strict word count limit. The word count limit for this particular Mission when done solo is 1500.
It is because of this that this Mission will be considered a failure. You will gain any Spell Points and Stats as if you had written 1500 words, but you will not gain any other rewards. This Mission will also count as one of your Solo Threads for the month.
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