The Lore master Xantese Zerylliom with a humble help of Sleeping Dragon presents:
Ancient Library of Balor: Lost Tomes
Prologue
She'd finally found what she'd been searching for all these years. They said it was a treasure beyond measure, taken from The Vale and hidden away during a gruesome raid on the city by Howlfangmany, many years ago now, during the Era of the Shadow Crystals spoken of in old stories by the elders. Some thought it was gold. Others thought it was a magical relic of the past. Still others wondered if it could be an experiment done in The Vale long ago. But the treasure hunter, holding her torch forward to light the dim, cobwebbed chambers hidden beneath the foliage she'd slashed through to get here, knew different.
It was a library.
Following a long trail of obscure references in the research she'd done during her time in Acadia (it used to be called The Vale, long ago), she'd found her way to this island, barely perceptible on an ancient map of Balor, off the southern tip of Acadia. Most maps had trouble recording it nowadays, seeing as Acadia was already a broken set of islands that once made up The Vale, tectonic plates having broken it up long ago. The island she now stood upon (or, more accurately, within) was barely a mile squared, a blip if anything on current maps of Balor, and so overgrown and riddled with dangerous flora and fauna, most simply avoided it.
But she had devoted her life to finding this treasure. She shifted her bag, full of medicines in green, blue, red, and yellow bottles, and kept going. All these cobwebs made her wish she had stuffed her long red hair into her hat, or at least taken the time to pull it back. As it was, she'd already waded through the mucky beach, been pricked and had her clothes shredded by nettles, and fought off enough venomous snakes for a much lengthier adventure. Sure, she was a treasure hunter, but that didn't mean she needed to smell and look like so many of her colleagues. She didn't mind the scrapes, bruises, and general dangers of the job, but she had her standards, still.
After battling some more cobwebs and spiders, and the occasional snake, she found her way to the main chamber, the library itself. As she walked in, as if by magic, all the candles on the walls and in the chandeliers suddenly lit up, and light seemed to pour into the hall as if the moon was shining in.
Impossible, she knew, because the whole structure was buried beneath the island and the overgrowth, so the effect must also have been from magic. It also showed no signs of the cobwebs that littered the chamber leading to it, as if a barrier had preserved the entire library from outside influence and the passage of time. Many scrolls and tomes lined the shelves, a vast collection of knowledge from days long past.
She knew now she'd found the ancient Library of Balor and the lost tomes hidden within.
She was ready to get started, and she figured the book on the pedestal between the suit of armor and the chart featuring what looked like a dragon would be a good place to start. No dust had even settled on its brilliantly blue binding, which read "The Story of Passing Years: Chronicles of the Shadow Crystal Wars, recorded by Archmage Loest
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How many years into the future is this set?
Originally Posted by Preybird
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