Ascending the grand marble staircase which spirals around the entire perimeter of the archives, you find the path upward to surprisingly easy. While none of you are any strangers to a bit of physical exertion, you discover that none is needed to climb the intimidating mountain of steps ahead of you. You suspect some enchantment or another makes it effortless for anyone in the building to go up and down without having to worry about tiring themselves out. Judging by the number of elderly scholars you see mulling through the main chamber below you as you ascend, this seems like a necessity in a building of this size.
The second floor, when you arrive there, appears to be a balcony ring entirely filled with scroll cases. The center of the room is completely open, with a clear view down to the main chamber below. Some of the tallest of the ground floor’s bookshelves reach up to this floor and are eye level with you as you pass through. Looking down upon the shelves, sure enough, you spot the occasional fiendish sentinel skulking amongst the tomes. Imps with tiny purple robes perch amongst the shelves here and there; though you only see about a dozen across the entire chamber below. They seem to barely pay you any mind, but you can’t help sense the feeling of tiny, mistrustful eyes upon you whenever you look away. Numerous men and women in hooded robes similar to Aelli’s and the imps’ peruse the documents contained on this floor; often searching out one scroll in particular to bring over to a desk nearby and begin transcribing its text into a series of other languages. The work looks exceedingly monotonous, but they go about it with a practiced gusto you’ve rarely seen in the scholarly sort before.
The third floor Is another ring around the open central chamber, though this time there are no bookcases in the open space beyond the balconies. You’re high enough up now that the entire ground floor chamber is visible to you from above and the people below look like little more than dolls set in a model. This level appears to house documentation exclusively relevant to the town itself. Histories, almanacs, and artifacts of the city’s past, all laid out in a sort of open museum format. A few curators move about the various pieces, dusting occasionally stopping to eye you all as you pass by, but otherwise simply patrolling the floor in case of guests who show some actual interest in the history of Tideswallow.
As you reach the final set of stairs, a voice reaches your ears from further up ahead.
“Oh, just a moment! You can wait there. Please, no need to trouble yourselves, I’m nearly there!”
Looking up the stairs, you see an elderly human woman in a soft green, fur-lined robe descending with some noticeable effort. She carries a pair of tomes with her that look thick enough to each weigh as much as Yshtar’s armor; her arms tucked underneath them as she attempts to balance them in front of her.
This is just a very general post of your journey up the stairs. If you wished to stop on any of the floors to look around or anything else, feel free to do so.
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:50, Wed 25 Nov 2020.