Post by pafflu on Mar 22, 2012 11:04:24 GMT -5
Arayn paced slowly around his study, deep in thought. The night was serene in Viventor, but Arayn couldn't appreciate the calm for the tirade of thoughts in his mind. He wandered back to his desk and stared at the piece of parchment that lay there, the map from the Verslun library.
He peered at the text that was penned onto the ancient parchment, and it made his eyes hurt. The letters were Syccan, albeit in an ancient and archaic script, but the words meant nothing. Nothing at all...except one.
“Amara” whispered Arayn quietly, savouring the meaning of the word. The ancient inhabitants of Talarra, their heritage all but erased from the face of the land without a trace, save for a few texts describing the cataclysm that befell them, yet here lay a piece of Amara history, a map of Talarra as they knew it. Arayn stared once more at the icons on the map, comparing it to a modern map of the land. The icon for 'Amara' lay perfectly over the lake by Granvik.
“Nothing that can be done now, not with the lake frozen over” Sighed Arayn, walking away from the desk and out from his study. The cool night breeze washed over his face as he stepped outside, and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He thought about the other words on the map, and decided that he should return to the Verslun library to see if he could find their meaning. The Council should also be told of this discovery he thought, so that when the ice finally melts over Granvik, a search may begin for whatever lay underneath.
He peered at the text that was penned onto the ancient parchment, and it made his eyes hurt. The letters were Syccan, albeit in an ancient and archaic script, but the words meant nothing. Nothing at all...except one.
“Amara” whispered Arayn quietly, savouring the meaning of the word. The ancient inhabitants of Talarra, their heritage all but erased from the face of the land without a trace, save for a few texts describing the cataclysm that befell them, yet here lay a piece of Amara history, a map of Talarra as they knew it. Arayn stared once more at the icons on the map, comparing it to a modern map of the land. The icon for 'Amara' lay perfectly over the lake by Granvik.
“Nothing that can be done now, not with the lake frozen over” Sighed Arayn, walking away from the desk and out from his study. The cool night breeze washed over his face as he stepped outside, and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He thought about the other words on the map, and decided that he should return to the Verslun library to see if he could find their meaning. The Council should also be told of this discovery he thought, so that when the ice finally melts over Granvik, a search may begin for whatever lay underneath.
