[Prelude] In the Pursuit of Knowledge
Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2017 9:30 pm
((An aside between Straken and Blackbird Lore))
(((Feel free to read along, it will likely tie in to future chapters)))
One Month prior to Episode 0
Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Rhythmic drumming sounded on the oak tabletop in the small cottage at Safeholme Manor. Ruarc Flynn sat absentmindedly as his fingers beat their steady cadence. This had been his entire morning, and many others over the past few weeks. The corners of the room were littered with stacks of ancient tomes and unbound manuscripts, all of which the druid have read through and scoured for any trace of the information he was looking for. His current malaise, however, was the result of a phone call he had received earlier that morning. After making an inquiry with the main stronghold of the Druid Order, home of the Druid Archives. What he was looking for were tomes from the Druid histories; the all encompassing annals of the Druids. Since the founding of the ancient Order there had always been a scribe who's duty it was to record everything of even minor importance. The news he had gotten back were as much as he was expecting, in that a number of tomes spanning roughly from 40B.C. to 500A.D. were nowhere to be found within the Keep. It had been well known that those tomes were lost to ages after the Druidic Dark Ages, but he had to ask.
Now, sat in silence thinking over everything he had read through from his own library and the library within the Manor, trying to glean any possible leads for where to start looking for the texts. Tipping a coffee cup back, he was disappointed to find the drink had long gone cold. Doing little to hide his disdain, he sat the cup down, grumbled, and pushed his chair away from the table to get up. "Maybe I should get some other opinions, a pair of fresh eyes," he said to himself, remembering that Laoise had gone off to her day job. "Movies always make it look easy, think real hard for a bit, BOOM, epiphany..."
Perking his head up at the notion, Ruarc gave that thought some extra consideration. "Heh, epiphany."
Leaving everything as it was, Ruarc wasted no time leaving his modest home and making his way up to the main mansion. Along the way he passed by a handful of students of varying ages who had decided to stay at Safeholme rather than head home for the summer break. With a quick wave he passed by, hoping the person he was looking for was still around. Power walking down the hallways, he arrived at the room that served as the woman's classroom and office. Knocking, he opened the door and peeked inside.
"Hey Jane, are you in or busy?" Ruarc asked.
(((Feel free to read along, it will likely tie in to future chapters)))
One Month prior to Episode 0
Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Rhythmic drumming sounded on the oak tabletop in the small cottage at Safeholme Manor. Ruarc Flynn sat absentmindedly as his fingers beat their steady cadence. This had been his entire morning, and many others over the past few weeks. The corners of the room were littered with stacks of ancient tomes and unbound manuscripts, all of which the druid have read through and scoured for any trace of the information he was looking for. His current malaise, however, was the result of a phone call he had received earlier that morning. After making an inquiry with the main stronghold of the Druid Order, home of the Druid Archives. What he was looking for were tomes from the Druid histories; the all encompassing annals of the Druids. Since the founding of the ancient Order there had always been a scribe who's duty it was to record everything of even minor importance. The news he had gotten back were as much as he was expecting, in that a number of tomes spanning roughly from 40B.C. to 500A.D. were nowhere to be found within the Keep. It had been well known that those tomes were lost to ages after the Druidic Dark Ages, but he had to ask.
Now, sat in silence thinking over everything he had read through from his own library and the library within the Manor, trying to glean any possible leads for where to start looking for the texts. Tipping a coffee cup back, he was disappointed to find the drink had long gone cold. Doing little to hide his disdain, he sat the cup down, grumbled, and pushed his chair away from the table to get up. "Maybe I should get some other opinions, a pair of fresh eyes," he said to himself, remembering that Laoise had gone off to her day job. "Movies always make it look easy, think real hard for a bit, BOOM, epiphany..."
Perking his head up at the notion, Ruarc gave that thought some extra consideration. "Heh, epiphany."
Leaving everything as it was, Ruarc wasted no time leaving his modest home and making his way up to the main mansion. Along the way he passed by a handful of students of varying ages who had decided to stay at Safeholme rather than head home for the summer break. With a quick wave he passed by, hoping the person he was looking for was still around. Power walking down the hallways, he arrived at the room that served as the woman's classroom and office. Knocking, he opened the door and peeked inside.
"Hey Jane, are you in or busy?" Ruarc asked.