Cram Week [Player Plot]

[tiredcharmer]

Who: The Heroes of Light
When: January 15-22
Where: The Great McGard Library
What: The hunt for Alexander's Temple takes an unexpected turn into college cramming territory.
Warnings/Notes: The combat threads will go up as soon as the introduction as finished, as that should wrap up fairly quickly.

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[tiredcharmer]

With absolutely no fanfare whatsoever, Tyzias walks straight past the people who are preparing for combat and grabs the book. "Alright, let's see what this little fucker has--"

The Tantarian flies out of her hands and begins floating, hovering around each member of the party for a few moments. "Hmm, hmmmmmm. The distinct aura of the melody resonant," a tired, resigned voice says, coming from the book. Its pages rustle, as if heaving a sigh. "Guess you're here for Alexander, huh? And I thought I'd be able to live out my retirement in peace."

[immortalmarshal]

Cor himself was doing last-minute adjustments on his gear when Tyzias grabbed the book. He was about to say something when the book itself began to hover...and speak. That name...is not unknown to him.

"...sorry. But we kind of need him right now, since the world is at threat. Can we summon him? Or do we need to prove ourselves first?"

[topgun_textiles]

O-oh. The book was talking. Um. "...Sorry."

Yup. Apologizing to objects, but if there were ghosts inside...

"Yeah, ya won't be able to retire when Bahamut breaks every world over his knees. We need everybody's help to drive him back and keep everything in one piece."

[songbird_slayer]

"I know it sounds hard to believe, but the gentlemen speak the truth. If there's anything we can do to prove Alexander is truly needed and we intend to call him for aid, we're all fully prepared for anything you may have for us."

She canted her head. "I'll also personally see to your resting space's upkeep. Surely you don't want to sit on a dusty shelf when you can retire in something freshly-polished and tidy, something that won't wear your covers and pages and subject them to pests."

encounter threads incoming soon

[tiredcharmer]

"Are you kidding me? This place is heaven," the Tantarian snaps at Maddie. "No other books to bother me, too remote for anybody except you imbeciles from finding me... Right, right. Speaking of."

"Hem-hum. Pretend I'm clapping my hands imperiously right now." The Tantarian stares down the collective party. Imperiously. "You know, I'd gladly help you, but... some idiots ended up stealing a few of my pages. If you get them back for me, I should be able to open the door to Alexander's temple for you."

[songbird_slayer]

Oh good, they were past the point of lip service. She shrugged.

"O-kay. About how long ago were the pages stolen, and might you recall the manner of being said idiots took?"

[old_stoneface]

Vimes grunted. Well, here at least he was on firmer ground. A notebook was produced, ready to take notes. "Don't suppose you happened to see the perpetrators, either? Could be helpful." Bunch of idiots running around stealing magic books, what was the world coming to.

[peace_through_empathy]

Megatron strokes his chin thoughtfully. "They'd have to be pretty dedicated thieves to have found this place. We have a large group and even we needed help. And they'd have had to have known this particular book was valuable as well." He might wonder why they wouldn't have just taken the whole book but that was before it began speaking; any item that could shout that it was being stolen would needlessly complicate any attempted theft.

"What was in the pages that were taken?" He asks. "I assume they relate somehow to the Temple?" Possibly someone on-staff might have been the thief? But there's currently no evidence to support that beyond the purely circumstantial so he doesn't voice that for the time being.

ENCOUNTERS INCOMING NOW SORRY FOR THE WAIT

[tiredcharmer]

"Well, my thirty-second page... I lost it when those imbeciles built the history section! I think I remember something about Ka'pandol..." The Tantarian starts, gently clapping its covers in an imitation of tapping its chin. "The 128th page... a freaking lalafell ripped it out to write down a love letter to her Lulutu! And the last one... I remember as if it were yesterday when I lost my 256th page! That idiotic bangaa was so scared by what he read, he ripped it out and put it in the forbidden tome section with the Gourmand books."

There's a pause as the Tantarian thinks. "Yeah, that's all of 'em. Now go on! Shoo! I can't do anything about this Bahama Blast malarkey until you get me my pages back!" The Tantarian forcefully opens and closes, letting out a gust of wind that blows the party back to the eidolon section's study area.