09-17-2015, 05:14 AM
Raal kept his mount walking firmly at the pace of a slow trot, stares following his entourage as he walked. It was amusing to see human and nonhuman alike balk and turn pale as they saw his ghoulish vanguard walk in front of him. Though they kept their weapons sheathed and did not further disturb the library itself, their unearthly look alone kept most of the library's occupants from stepping in Raal's way. The skeletal rider looked from shelf to shelf as he walked, perusing the massive archives for any bit of knowledge he could glean.
A green book with gold-colored stripes running through it's spine, and "The beasts of the tangled green." clearly printed in the same color caught his eye, and he pointed. some human girl jumped out of the way as one of his skeletal servants suddenly thrust it's hand out... before gently placing the book in it's hands, holding the tome with utmost care. As soon as this was done, Raal continued silently forward, repeating the process as other books caught his eye. Raal would almost be calm in doing this, if not for the buzzing at the back of his mind. Something more than human, and indeed, more than even the average nonhuman was tailing him - even with his extrasensory perception so limited and burned out by this world, Raal could tell that much. At first, he'd thought it to be a demon of some sort - certainly, the being felt like one of those chaotic manifestations of the nether, at least initially - but the longer the feeling remained, the more he felt it to be... off. While demons always and invariably felt as beings of chaos and fire, this being felt far more… subdued. The difference was that between lava and stone.
Which, Raal supposed, was why part of the library hadn’t already been burned down. Demons rarely engaged in stealth, even the subtle succubi. Raal closed his eyes as he focused on what he was going to do about the problem. Best to not react without certainty. Many strange beings occupied this strange world, and Raal supposed he wouldn’t be that surprised if it turned out a demonlord simply wandered peacefully about the realm now. Instead of outwardly reacting, he simply gave mental directions to his nearest servant to pick out a white and blue book - “history of our emperor Palpatine, the hero of coruscant” - and rolled his eyes at the sycophantic description.
It took several minutes to gather what Raal considered to be “adequate”, and Raal looked around the library, looking for a secluded area. The buzzing had not stopped - if anything, it had grown stronger - and Raal no longer had doubt. whatever it was, it was following him.
Raal dismounted \ into a small alcove containing several wooden chairs and some bare hints of victorian architecture. Leather boots created a soft imprint on the carpet, and as Raal dismounted his robes shifted only a little, the fine steel greaves and cuisse of an Azeroth knight visible as Raal’s lower body was partially exposed. For a brief moment, if one looked closely, an odd, pale white seemed to show through a slight gap in the mail layer of the armor…
Raal quickly swept into motion, taking a book from one of his undead servants without even looking at the text in question. A gloved hand grasped the arm of one of the chairs in the alcove, as Raal stood in front of one of the chairs. Finally, he turned around, guessing from some of the noise he’d heard earlier at Jaixe’s exact position, and by some measure of luck turning to look at his pursuer directly with a pointed glare.
“Your darkness sticks out like a sore thumb in this library. As does your boldness. This espionage charade is starting to waste my time, so I’ll be brief: What do you seek, dark one?”
A green book with gold-colored stripes running through it's spine, and "The beasts of the tangled green." clearly printed in the same color caught his eye, and he pointed. some human girl jumped out of the way as one of his skeletal servants suddenly thrust it's hand out... before gently placing the book in it's hands, holding the tome with utmost care. As soon as this was done, Raal continued silently forward, repeating the process as other books caught his eye. Raal would almost be calm in doing this, if not for the buzzing at the back of his mind. Something more than human, and indeed, more than even the average nonhuman was tailing him - even with his extrasensory perception so limited and burned out by this world, Raal could tell that much. At first, he'd thought it to be a demon of some sort - certainly, the being felt like one of those chaotic manifestations of the nether, at least initially - but the longer the feeling remained, the more he felt it to be... off. While demons always and invariably felt as beings of chaos and fire, this being felt far more… subdued. The difference was that between lava and stone.
Which, Raal supposed, was why part of the library hadn’t already been burned down. Demons rarely engaged in stealth, even the subtle succubi. Raal closed his eyes as he focused on what he was going to do about the problem. Best to not react without certainty. Many strange beings occupied this strange world, and Raal supposed he wouldn’t be that surprised if it turned out a demonlord simply wandered peacefully about the realm now. Instead of outwardly reacting, he simply gave mental directions to his nearest servant to pick out a white and blue book - “history of our emperor Palpatine, the hero of coruscant” - and rolled his eyes at the sycophantic description.
It took several minutes to gather what Raal considered to be “adequate”, and Raal looked around the library, looking for a secluded area. The buzzing had not stopped - if anything, it had grown stronger - and Raal no longer had doubt. whatever it was, it was following him.
Raal dismounted \ into a small alcove containing several wooden chairs and some bare hints of victorian architecture. Leather boots created a soft imprint on the carpet, and as Raal dismounted his robes shifted only a little, the fine steel greaves and cuisse of an Azeroth knight visible as Raal’s lower body was partially exposed. For a brief moment, if one looked closely, an odd, pale white seemed to show through a slight gap in the mail layer of the armor…
Raal quickly swept into motion, taking a book from one of his undead servants without even looking at the text in question. A gloved hand grasped the arm of one of the chairs in the alcove, as Raal stood in front of one of the chairs. Finally, he turned around, guessing from some of the noise he’d heard earlier at Jaixe’s exact position, and by some measure of luck turning to look at his pursuer directly with a pointed glare.
“Your darkness sticks out like a sore thumb in this library. As does your boldness. This espionage charade is starting to waste my time, so I’ll be brief: What do you seek, dark one?”