On a quiet end of the Second Cirlce, far from the hustle and bustle of the
Marketplace sits a building tucked away. As you venture up the wide, marble stairs, framed with
white columns, there is a set of thick wooden double doors with brass handles.
The sign above reads: "Library of Minas Tirith."
As you cross over the threshold, the acrid scent of dust stings your eyes and nose. There are rows and
rows of shelves, lined up one after another.. Some contain scrolls and some contain
countless well-worn leather-bound volumes, lined up as far as the eye can see. Step lightly, as
the white-bearded LIBRARIAN is taking his afternoon snooze in a chair behind the desk,
an empty wooden cup nestled in his lap.
At the center of it all on a podium, there lies a massive tome - a blank JOURNAL - where anyone who wishes
can write their deepest thoughts, concerns, or just keep a record of their comings-and-goings that day.
Lined up behind the JOURNAL is a row of inkwells of different colors, each with a
wooden cap and a FEATHER QUILL set in a holder next to each. You may approach
quietly (this IS a Library!), choose a color and begin to write....
Marketplace sits a building tucked away. As you venture up the wide, marble stairs, framed with
white columns, there is a set of thick wooden double doors with brass handles.
The sign above reads: "Library of Minas Tirith."
As you cross over the threshold, the acrid scent of dust stings your eyes and nose. There are rows and
rows of shelves, lined up one after another.. Some contain scrolls and some contain
countless well-worn leather-bound volumes, lined up as far as the eye can see. Step lightly, as
the white-bearded LIBRARIAN is taking his afternoon snooze in a chair behind the desk,
an empty wooden cup nestled in his lap.
At the center of it all on a podium, there lies a massive tome - a blank JOURNAL - where anyone who wishes
can write their deepest thoughts, concerns, or just keep a record of their comings-and-goings that day.
Lined up behind the JOURNAL is a row of inkwells of different colors, each with a
wooden cap and a FEATHER QUILL set in a holder next to each. You may approach
quietly (this IS a Library!), choose a color and begin to write....
Note: Keep it clean. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
All are welcome to write in the Journal or utilize the Library to RP doing research or heck - even going on an adventure!
Feel free to wake up Meister Peabody and annoy him (he might be grumpy!).