“I watched death rain upon the majority, as the minority fled into the skies above. It was the last day I recalled—the raging storm clouds above swirling greys and blues into a painting that mirrored the seas below. I remember sitting there, watching—clutching my tomes tightly…it was my only duty after all.”

Personality:A blunt and stoic individual with little care nor filter. His mannerisms come off as abrasive and is often the cause of many bad first impressions. Like his librarian roots may imply, the man tends to keep to himself- unbothered until someone has something of need from him.

“Fires, oh how they flicker in the dim night—their destruction an unkind reminder to those who encouraged their flames. Plague that danced in the blood of those who considered themselves innocent, melting their limbs and casting them aside as Spoken bloodborn. Foolish they were, the kind who dabbled in what was originally forbidden arts. Of course, the ignorant were always bound to repeat themselves. They forsook their histories, their culture, their morals, all for the glory of victory. Even as the floodwaters dawned and the elementals grew enraged, their scrambling continued. Scraping and scratching for survival as a countess of beauty was tethered in the wake of their panic. “Save us!” They screeched. The dame would look upon them, anger burning bright in soulless windows. Control was but a fiction for those ignorant fools.”“I watched death rain upon the majority, as the minority fled into the skies above. It was the last day I recalled—the raging storm clouds above swirling greys and blues into a painting that mirrored the seas below. I remember sitting there, watching—clutching my tomes tightly…it was my only duty after all.”“I waited as the floods raised.”“Watched as they towered my humble gathering.”“Inhaled as the water took my lungs.”“Darkness caressed my senses like a human’s whisper. It beckoned me back to the domain I harken from—the home I had left. It suffocated me like the anger of a lost love, and when I had no more fight remaining, no resistance left to entertain it—”“I was snuffed out, my candle’s flame no longer casting a soft glow upon the elegant filigree I once poured over.”

Current Plotline:

Haunted by a familiar face thought lost to the deluge- Ramiel has to persevere against a returning threat. One such threat that seeks only to return him to ruin and remind him of where his roots lie.

The Library

What lies beyond simple façades?