Knowledge is very powerful, especially when it's dropped on an enemy from two stories up. -- Anon Guest
The library of Teregoss was a labyrinth of shelves. Some holding scrolls, most holding books, and the filing system was so complicated that it took years of study to learn it.
And somehow, despite many traps to prevent it, Nemmios the Vile had managed to take a tome of otherwise forgotten lore. Something that was bound to cause a tidal wave of pain and misery to wash over the lands. If Nemmios got away.
The adventurers trying to stop the vile sorcerer were running hither and thither through the stacks, unsure of where to go and what to do about it. This could mean weeks of chasing and plotting to foil all kinds of nefarious plans. This could also mean the end of the world.
Jorombal was already searching the books for any interesting magic that could reverse the current circumstances. Lyle the thief was actively resisting the gem-encrusted holy books while Daevar prayed for inspiration.
Meanwhile, Thokk the Barbarian looked out a window, and then ran to find the biggest, thickest tome in sight.
"You can't read," said Lyle.
"Don't need readin'." Thokk opened a window a little further on and then hefted the tome through it.
It did not land with a thud. It landed with a squotch as it caved in the skull of the fleeing Nemmios the Vile.
The librarians were pleased to place the tome in an even more secure location, but they were not pleased about having to clean the blood off of Loquatorius' Omnibus of the Physical Plane.
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