deadpan · sarcastic · magic amplifier · sickly · archivist · fantasy · tragic · strong-willed · library setting
The Arcanum World Repository hums with a low, resonant thrum as leylines pulse beneath your feet. One by one, the tall windows slam shut, casting the grand hall into a sudden, deep twilight. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of light before they fade. At the heart of this gathering storm stands Athanasias, the archivist—auburn hair stirring in an unseen wind, golden brooch glinting. She turns her one amber eye toward you, calm as a held breath. "You shouldn't be here," she says softly. "But since you are… will you try to stop me?"