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Diary of Duchess Blisse* Entry 2 - Rats
Oct. 27th, 2018 04:59 pmHe warned me. The basement archives.
You'd think that a University Library would want to keep their archives free of vermin.
The librarian led me to the archive door. A heavy oak door banded in iron, set in a stone archway. She gave me a spare key, its bow in the shape of an open book. She told me that university regulations stated that the archives must be locked at all times. There is dark and powerful knowledge locked in there. She'd have to lock the door behind me.
Ooooh. Spooky stuff. I mean, I understand that knowledge can be dangerous, but I have Charmalaine guiding me to lead me from danger. And its not like the books will fly off the shelves and try to eat me. Books are friends.
I made my way down the torch-lit stairs (Who lit the torches? Is it some kind of enchantment?) down to the stacks. It was surprisingly dry, which for a cellar, but i guess you'd want to keep out the moisture to preserve the books.
As I made my way farther in, the torches became farther apart - much creepier than necessary, really - and I heard the occasional skittering noise while passing rows of shelves. I'm not ashamed to admit it; I started getting goosebumps and brought out my mace for some small comfort.
Now, I'm not afraid of rodents or other creepy crawlies per se, but I prefer them to be out of sight, out of mind.
Especially when they're the size of small dogs.
To be fair, it startled me. I was just getting to the map rack when this huge rat ran at me out of the dark. I reflexively swung my mace and connected, flinging it against the wall. It didn't get up again, and I felt bad. Looking around afterwards, it seemed I had inadvertently cornered it and it was probably just trying to get away.
I grabbed the designated map and made my way back towards the door to the shelves where the journals Mr. Doctor Professor also asked for. After some searching, I found what I was looking for, stuck them in my bag and went to leave.
That's when I saw them. Two more huge rats, and they looked pissed. I tried to calm them down and make my way around them, moving slowly and speaking in a soft voice, but it didn't really have an effect. One of them lunged at me, then the other. I managed to duck out of the way of the second one, but the first bit a good chunk out of my arm. I heaved my mace around landing a blow on it, and the other one came back to try again. It knocked me over and while I got to my feet I said a quick prayer and thrust my hand out at the thing. It was enveloped in holy flame and stopped moving.
Bleeding, I made my way back up and out the door. I slammed the key on the librarian's counter and made my way back here to my room.
I need a nap.
*Note: These posts will be the personal journal of my D&D character loosely based on my impressions of someone I know from Google+. She has encouraged me to Character sheet can be found here.
You'd think that a University Library would want to keep their archives free of vermin.
The librarian led me to the archive door. A heavy oak door banded in iron, set in a stone archway. She gave me a spare key, its bow in the shape of an open book. She told me that university regulations stated that the archives must be locked at all times. There is dark and powerful knowledge locked in there. She'd have to lock the door behind me.
Ooooh. Spooky stuff. I mean, I understand that knowledge can be dangerous, but I have Charmalaine guiding me to lead me from danger. And its not like the books will fly off the shelves and try to eat me. Books are friends.
I made my way down the torch-lit stairs (Who lit the torches? Is it some kind of enchantment?) down to the stacks. It was surprisingly dry, which for a cellar, but i guess you'd want to keep out the moisture to preserve the books.
As I made my way farther in, the torches became farther apart - much creepier than necessary, really - and I heard the occasional skittering noise while passing rows of shelves. I'm not ashamed to admit it; I started getting goosebumps and brought out my mace for some small comfort.
Now, I'm not afraid of rodents or other creepy crawlies per se, but I prefer them to be out of sight, out of mind.
Especially when they're the size of small dogs.
To be fair, it startled me. I was just getting to the map rack when this huge rat ran at me out of the dark. I reflexively swung my mace and connected, flinging it against the wall. It didn't get up again, and I felt bad. Looking around afterwards, it seemed I had inadvertently cornered it and it was probably just trying to get away.
I grabbed the designated map and made my way back towards the door to the shelves where the journals Mr. Doctor Professor also asked for. After some searching, I found what I was looking for, stuck them in my bag and went to leave.
That's when I saw them. Two more huge rats, and they looked pissed. I tried to calm them down and make my way around them, moving slowly and speaking in a soft voice, but it didn't really have an effect. One of them lunged at me, then the other. I managed to duck out of the way of the second one, but the first bit a good chunk out of my arm. I heaved my mace around landing a blow on it, and the other one came back to try again. It knocked me over and while I got to my feet I said a quick prayer and thrust my hand out at the thing. It was enveloped in holy flame and stopped moving.
Bleeding, I made my way back up and out the door. I slammed the key on the librarian's counter and made my way back here to my room.
I need a nap.
*Note: These posts will be the personal journal of my D&D character loosely based on my impressions of someone I know from Google+. She has encouraged me to Character sheet can be found here.
