Post by Elfhame on Apr 20, 2004 14:57:58 GMT -5
Yesterday, a small elf with a squirrel on his shoulder came here and bought a small, ruined building. Overnight, the chanting of magic was barely heard, but when the next morning breaks, the building has desperately changed.
It’s dark, the stained glass windows are hard to see through, but when you manage to, you can see vintage objects and other strange devices, and dusty tomes all arranged as if for sale. When you look up, you can see a sign – the sign that says the new owner, Elfhame, has moved in.
”The Scrollrack, Spellshop & Misc.”<br>
The letters are faint, and the paint has been scratched off at many places.
When you come in, you hear the sound of a bell somewhere in the back. You stand in a spacious room – or at least, it once was spacious. Rows and rows of bookshelves line the walls, holding ancient tomes filled with loose, yellowing pages of spells. In the centre, shelves upon shelve is placed, reaching to shoulder-height, occupied by old artifacts, vintage, spell components and more. A cloud of dust is settled over everything, breathing an antique atmosphere over the room – almost making one afraid to touch the objects. The only source of light comes from two rather large windows at your right hand side, which gives view over an open field. Strange, because there is a building right next door - Elfhame must've enchanted it. At the far end, there is counter, besides a small door that leads towards a hallway with another two doors. One leads to a very large room - the occupant’s personal library, rows of books, all unorganized. He keeps his most treasured spells and tomes here, or the most fragile and ancient ones. The other door leads to a rather large study, complete with desk and stationery. Ink is stained all over the table. A small bed is placed at one of the corners, where he rests when tired.
For Elfhame, its as much of home as he can call it.
It’s dark, the stained glass windows are hard to see through, but when you manage to, you can see vintage objects and other strange devices, and dusty tomes all arranged as if for sale. When you look up, you can see a sign – the sign that says the new owner, Elfhame, has moved in.
”The Scrollrack, Spellshop & Misc.”<br>
The letters are faint, and the paint has been scratched off at many places.
When you come in, you hear the sound of a bell somewhere in the back. You stand in a spacious room – or at least, it once was spacious. Rows and rows of bookshelves line the walls, holding ancient tomes filled with loose, yellowing pages of spells. In the centre, shelves upon shelve is placed, reaching to shoulder-height, occupied by old artifacts, vintage, spell components and more. A cloud of dust is settled over everything, breathing an antique atmosphere over the room – almost making one afraid to touch the objects. The only source of light comes from two rather large windows at your right hand side, which gives view over an open field. Strange, because there is a building right next door - Elfhame must've enchanted it. At the far end, there is counter, besides a small door that leads towards a hallway with another two doors. One leads to a very large room - the occupant’s personal library, rows of books, all unorganized. He keeps his most treasured spells and tomes here, or the most fragile and ancient ones. The other door leads to a rather large study, complete with desk and stationery. Ink is stained all over the table. A small bed is placed at one of the corners, where he rests when tired.
For Elfhame, its as much of home as he can call it.