Fable - Ask A Haunting Most Inconvenient

[Roebin Featherwind]

Roebin Featherwind, Master of the Loch, was dead, and had been dead for maybe three hundred or so years, though he wasn't really the type to keep track. This suited him just fine most of the time, but admittedly there were some setbacks.

He manifested a visible form in front of the library's bookshelf, incorporeal arms crossed over his rather old-fashioned petticoat, and hovered contemplatively over the book that he couldn't pick up.

 

[Valborast Valchek]

The quill stopped mid sentence as the hairs upon Valborast's neck did rise at the introduction of the unliving to the place of study, the last sentence to scribed being, 'spirits unseen'. The ink dried as Valborast stared, motionless, and considered in his ignorance as to who might walk these halls and fail to summon the powers of the poltergeist.

The Crimson Knight asked loudly as if to dispel his own discontent to the hall of the room from his place of study, “Syrs, we have a other worldly guest who wishes to read, what do we make of this action from the grave?”

 

[Noa]

Noa looked up from the book that she was holding upside down as the translucent hairs on the back of her neck rose up from Robin’s presence. Not that she could see him or the words on the book— in all honesty, she hated libraries and books and whatever else required one to see.

“You think they can read to me?”

 

[Rulgak]

“Well, tell them to get help from Brother Gylbert.” Rulgak commented, without even turning her gaze from the wall of books she was browsing.

When she did, the sight was cause for sudden stillness.

 

[Arkobold]

Reading. Not one of his strong suits, but, a knight must always strive to improve. Nose burried in the pages of a tome he struggled to decipher, Arkobold was deaf to the conversation of the others.

 

[Elinyra Derwinthir]

A library was usually a place for refuge for Elinyra - perhaps an odd choice considering books were almost always made from trees, if not even more questionable materials - but there was something distinctly restless about this one at the moment. She glanced around at the other guests, who seemed to be having an anxious conversation about the strange apparition that had appeared near one bookshelf, and sighed.

Not again.

 

[Syr Jinhae]

"And they say I'm difficult," Jin replied with a sigh. He stepped forward and removed the tome in question before placing it on the nearest table.

"How exactly have you managed all these years?" the Loch knight questioned of his pursuit's pinnacle.

 

[Roebin Featherwind]

"I can hear all of you, you know," Roebin said, reeling around and turning his glowing, pupil-less gaze onto the positively crowded library.

Thank the light then that at least one of the knights here had some manners. "Don't blame me, books are rather recent inventions - back in my day only monks and merchants bothered writing things down."

 

[Valborast Valchek]

Valborast smoothed his beard and made a sour face for a moment as the gaze left him. He muttered under his breath, "Brother Gylbert might not be able to help someone from such a backward time."

He drew his robes about himself and wondered if Parshen kept any emergency scrolls around for banishing such a source of interruption to his authorship.

 

[Rulgak]

Rulgak was ready to believe some spirit had wandered in, when weirder events had transpired. But that was not the case here.

“Valborast, Master Roebin is no otherworldly guest.”

 

[Noa]

Noa looked to the different directions of everyone’s voice, twisting her head this way and that, in a uncomfortable manner that she had to pause and rub the back of her neck.

“Master who?” She asked, twisting her neck uncomfortably once again.

 

[Arkobold]

Master... Master Faetherwind?! Arkobold's head bolted up, his eyes wide as quail eggs, they scanned side to side as his mouth hung agape.

"Master of Loch?!" the little creature screeched.

 

[Elinyra Derwinthir]

The druid hid behind a random book she'd picked up, the history of something-or-other, and pretended to be intently reading while covertly watching this scene unfold. Given the diversity of folk she'd met so far within the Knights, there was no knowing what chaos was probably about to happen. And given her recent luck, chaos was certain to happen.