<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Rushiya</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Last Post (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=263966.msg13024944#msg13024944)</span><strong></strong></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">After spending what feels like hours gathering information and searching the city for what you’re after, you are eventually able to get a feel for a project that might be interesting. A local merchant directs you to his cousin who lives across town and says that they’ve been working with a local organization in transcribing or some such. You’re directed to <strong>Raulin Barnes</strong>, who tells you that in recent weeks Lord Oldaren ordered the restoration of <strong>The Ivory Hall</strong>; a building that had once upon a time, before the time of Otias Bannok, served as a public library of sorts. Raulin has been working with the <strong>Silverdraft Scholars Guild</strong> in attempting to restore the works contained within the decimated building, as well as producing new works to replace those that are lost completely.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Following simple enough directions Rushiya is able to find her way through Eodin and make her way the so called Ivory Hall. With a little imagination she can clearly picture what it looked like once upon a time; a narrow building, only perhaps forty feet across but more than a hundred long. The walls would have been a brilliant white color, perhaps etched with light dust from wind blowing loose dirt from the streets against it. A single story is fitting for this building of knowledge. It is clear by the pillar work that the architect of this building was not from Eodin as its design doesn’t match anything else here that she’s seen. But such things are merely images she conjures in her mind. What stands before is a building that looks as though it was on the losing end of siege warfare. The roof has caved in at several points; many of the ornate decorative pillars that line its outer walls have crumbled and toppled over. The once white stone is dark with disrepair, and scorched by what can only be powerful bolts of flame. Entire sections of the walls lay in ruins, some knocked inwards but others knocked out. <br/><br/>Yet there is hope for this once grand building. Nearly two dozen laborers work tirelessly around the area, slowly cleaning it up. They move stone from one location to others and it appears that the restoration of the building itself has begun. Some stand with paper, drawing, likely looking to what they’ll do to restore the walls and make it look as good as it once did.<br/><br/>Set up not far away two large tables have been placed and six scholarly looking people sit around it. Between them at the center of the table there are sorted stacks of documents, books, and smaller looking journals - all of which look like they have seen varies degrees of wear. Some are waterlogged, others burnt, and some just trampled and mistreated with time.<br/><br/>Standing not far from the table is an elven man with short brown hair that is lined with streaks of solid white. Young men, boys really, scurry from inside the building bringing more documents and books to him. He scans through them before deciding what to do with them, some dropped in a pile that is slowly smoldering away, being burned and destroyed - another that is being sorted by a young girl who can’t be any more than twelve.<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>