Whill Seshat
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Post by Whill Seshat on Aug 16, 2015 11:06:31 GMT -8
Though the Temple of The Whills has many portals in which to step. One stands out slightly from the rest. The hulking gilded entrance to Whill Seshat's library stands as a visual history. A culmination of species and civilizations long since passed into legend or obscurity adorn it's surface in a mural type fashion. Though intimidating, the door is never barred, and is easily accessible to those who simply want to learn and better themselves.  Within, spreading out in all directions for as far as the eye can see are rows upon rows of books, scrolls, tablets, tomes, manuscripts, and other assorted literature. If it weren't for being the realm of a Whill, one would not think it possible (it's bigger on the inside). Such a space in the mortal realm would be unimaginable. Every row has a catalog, and every catalog has one of it's own. The shear amount of collected written history is dizzying. There are no restricted sections, as Seshat believes that knowledge and history lead to wisdom and understanding. And that only through wisdom and understanding can enlightenment eventually be obtained. But lowe those who take Seshat's charity as weakness, and plot to take any history for themselves, for there are guardians that lurk within the dimly lit catacombs. Their ever watchful gaze searching vigilantly for any wrong doings. 
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 20:35:42 GMT -8
The Morrígu crew, as this lot can be whimsically condensed as one, found themselves in front of a majestic doorway, adorned with a sprawling reminder of cultures long gone in time. Maureen awestruck near fell backwards but regained herself and absorbed the rich landscape presented. The Raven sat dispassionately upon the left shoulder of Morrígu as the wolfhound behind them turned keeping their backs. The woman cast the door open and they entered. The rest followed
Once inside the athenaeum Morrígu tread lightly, transfixed by the sheer enormity of the place. While she stood in disbelief The Raven took to flight, landing high above them in a quiet corner. Maureen, unbridled by many of the fears of formality and such, ran jovially into the stacks. This shook the woman from her shock
-Morrígu-
“We don’t own the place; treat things as you’d want your own things treated.”
Chin rising
-Morrígu-
“Be careful what you chose. Fillthe bag and get back over here!”
She then browsed a bit herself. After several hours, four coffee and a step closer to a nervous breakdown the child returned. She was quiet and the woman thanked the creators for that blessing. The Raven neatly assumed his place on her shoulder and the three left with courteous tips of the chin passing by any present and they exited. Seeing sadness well up in the child’s eyes she spoke
-Morrígu-
“Dear, I have a gut feeling that a lot of this place is beyond what a child should entertain.”
A point striking her she tossed in
-Morrígu-
“I am positive that a time will come where the wits will need be scared out of you – then I’ll have Boland bring you back.”
With that she headed for the exit, which not so long ago was the entrance. The Raven flew down and perched at her left as Maureen, now laden with a pack of books took her right hand. The child asked
-Morrígu-
“How do I get them back???”
Here The Raven responded
-Fiach Dubh-
“No need; as you finish them the texts will return exactly back from where they came."
At that they walked away
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 0:41:30 GMT -8
And there they were. Rhiannon near soiled herself. It was true. The tales that she had been told. The old academic stared around her at all the knowledge before her. It was... endless....
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 0:46:25 GMT -8
And Maureen led the way, the pony dog behind her. Boland and Grace stopped beside Rhiannon as Maureen ran straight into the stacks
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 0:49:41 GMT -8
Turning to the two Rhiannon could muster no more than
-Rhiannon-
"It's... it's... endless!"
Staring at them wildly she asked Grace -Rhiannon- "Do you always do things like this?" |
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 0:54:12 GMT -8
Looking at Rhiannon with left brow cocked Boland responded
-Boland-
"How do you think her face got like that? "
Grace brushed the comment aside
-Grace-
"Don't discourage her."
Looking at Rhiannon she spoke tender
-Grace-
"Just remember, knowledge and history lead to wisdom and understanding."
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And taking Rhiannon's right bicep gentle with left hand she walked into the stacks and began exploring. Grace calmly added
-Grace-
"As ignorance and inexperience lead to instability and disharmony."
Watching them all descend on the books Boland tossing hands up declared
-Boland-
"Ok... I'm going for a coffee."
And at that he left
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 2:27:48 GMT -8
Rhiannon allowing herself to be lead among the shelves she muttered
-Rhiannon-
" This place is… without end. Truly ceaseless. It offers up a limitless supply of substance with which to forge an enduring testimonial to our incessant struggle against reality!"
She blissfully s rooting in the texts. As one fell gently from hand to table it effortlessly found itself sitting on the shelf in the exact place from which it had been taken. Rhiannon had found her own land of milk and honey
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 14:40:59 GMT -8
Exploring the bottomless stacks Grace came across a set of texts. Strikingly familiar. Pulling one from the shelf she strummed through it carefully, then closing the novel she held it out forcefully exclaiming
-Grace-
"Rhiannon look at this!"
Star Wars Trilogy
(Part of the Star Wars: Novelizations Series)
by George Lucas, James Khan, Donald F. Glut
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 14:49:30 GMT -8
Eyes widening the Jedi sage answered in a reserved tone
-Rhiannon-
"Fancy that."
Looking Grace eye to eye
-Rhiannon-
"Don't you often get this curious feeling that someone out there is writing the life that you live?"
She turned back to carefully investigating the shelves with tender hands but kept a sensitive ear open to a response
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 15:11:52 GMT -8
Hugging the book warmly next to her tender heart she exclaimed
-Grace-
"Yes! To be sure I do!"
Then turning back to the mighty shelves she strummed along stopping and reading aloud
-Grace-
"The Hero With a Thousand Faces... 1949, author...."
Head leaning right
-Grace-
"By... Joseph Campbell."
Shrugging she set the text aside
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 15:18:21 GMT -8
Drawing back as if taking a slap in the face Rhiannon read loudly
-Rhiannon-
"Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, 1987 by Fannie Flagg."
Eyes narrowing as hand gently caressed the novel she smiled
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 15:52:52 GMT -8
Strumming along deeper she found herself among a set of aged texts that seemed to glow. Reading the worn script aloud
_Grace-
"Tales of the Elders of Coruscant...."
Elated she howled
-Grace-
"Rhiannon! Never mind the nonsense fiction; these you must see!"
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 16:03:31 GMT -8
Moving along on the opposite side of the stacks Rhiannon stopped abruptly
-Rhiannon-
"Fancy that dear! I must look."
Nodding gently
-Rhiannon-
"And I may have found something just up your alley...."
Head turning she smiled
-Rhiannon-
"The Book of Sith.... Edited by Darth Sidious."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 18:10:18 GMT -8
Moving along Grace came to a full stop sighing deeply eyes weeping a set of texts she announced quietly
-Grace-
"I have found a section devoted to the Grey area between Dark and Light."
Looking at the texts in awe she wondered of the many words of wisdom and secrets that lay hidden inside them
-Grace-
"Invaluable....." Right shoulder twisting away from the shelves and head swinging to Rhiannon she declared forcefully -Grace- "This place is beautiful!" At that she went back to her browsing |
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 18:19:03 GMT -8
Materializing out of thin air The Raven flew high above Tython
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 21:25:36 GMT -8
Closing a book most decidedly with a left hand she placed it back from where it had originated. Rearing her head the woman solemnly declared
-Rhiannon-
"We are not fit to stand in this hollowed place of celestial treasures!"
Turning she addressed Grace
-Rhiannon-
"Don't you agree Grace?"
She stood somber in wait
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 21:36:05 GMT -8
With a deep sigh Grace spun around answering
-Grace-
"Well... until you mentioned it no."
Eyes vacantly staring at Rhiannon
-Grace-
"But now that you have?"
Smiling politely she asked
-Grace-
"Are you familiar with the turn of phrase 'silk hat on a pig?"
Not awaiting an answer she gestured out with right hand
-Grace-
"In that context, this place is the silk hat."
Nodding she went on, voice as bitter as the look on her face
"I don't really need explain what we are, do I now?"
Maureen, with Boland gone, was now busy in a corner of the depository, that she had claimed as her own, sacking the place like Vikings hitting a monastery. She took a books down carelessly, bringing a half dozen or so with them on the way that then fell towards the floor. Once done flipping through them she pitched them away and began the whole ritual again. In most libraries she would have been accosted and sent packing. In The Endless Library of Seshat aforementioned books astonishingly lifted off the ground and settled back into the exact place from which they had came
The Raven sat in a quiet corner watching then like that he was gone
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 22:05:48 GMT -8
The Elder nodded and began to walk towards the exit
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 8, 2018 18:23:25 GMT -8
Grace joined Rhiannon and out the door they proceeded. The Raven swooped down on the little girl and tossing a book over shoulder she followed. She had actually read very little literally but that remarkable little brain in her head had photographically absorbed a massive amount of data, in an odd manner akin to a droid. She followed behind Grace and Rhiannon. The big wolfhound, exceptionally quiet and stealthy for such a massive animal, also appeared seemingly out of mid air and followed the child. The Raven effortlessly passed through the material walls
Somewhere between passing through the door and where they went Boland stepped into the mix. Thuse the five were now united
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 16:12:44 GMT -8
The Twi'leck near fell over. Ouch! She muttered Shakk <<😎Cool😎....>> And she explored the stacks.... Shakesphere, Milton, Yeates, Destoevsky, Tolstoy, Faulkner, Joyce.... She could get lost in here. Hand cruising the stacks she blushed and felt the red of blood meet blue skin.... Can I even? Should I touch them she wondered frantically. Then cool filled her; texts of one those so powerful must be magical of nature. Of course! Then she found them.... Orwell.... Orwell! Atwood.... She roamed the stacks. stopped. Read. And read. And read. And read. And read.And read again. &again. & again.And? Again. Here she could live. And die. But alas it belonged to another. So She left her Clann banner but did. not nail it down. I'm her hands she laid it out trim and neat Tale of the Twi'leck Three AN LUCHT SIUIL DHIUDH
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