Citadel Library

General

 * No creatures, just an Escherlike maze of stairs and books and floating candles

NPCs

 * None

Creatures

 * None

Items and Objects

 * - different ones are usable, some give you lore books, other messages when being used (see below)
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf
 * - Obtained by using a Bookshelf

Portals

 * 20-39 Icy Demise
 * 40-59 Fiery Consumption
 * 60-79 Entropic Decay
 * 80+ Electric Destruction
 * 150+ Prismatic Devastation
 * Gaerlan's Inner Sanctum - reward room

Lore and Dialog

 * Messages when using the bookshelves:
 * Bookshelf tells you, "He knows you are here and he will be prepared. He stole his throne. Take it back for the master."
 * As you step over the threshold into the small room you are immediately drawn to the bookcase before you. It is as though it calls your name. As you approach it hands reach toward you and offer knowledge to you.
 * You run your hand over the cover of the tome and pull the other from within your pack. The first was found in Xarabydun, this new tome is its equal, the second in a set of three. One more and your knowledge shall be complete.
 * You smile as the companion novel slides from the bookshelf. You now have all you need.
 * You sense eyes staring at you from the darkness.
 * A chill wind passes over your body. "You live still. We hunger so for life. Will you join us?"
 * A shrill voice says in your mind, "Is she fallen? How was this temple freed?"
 * Your head fills with the sound of a banshee's wail.
 * "Silence in this room, we may no longer have forms, but still we read and live."
 * The hair on your neck rises, as a voice sounds in your mind. "Once we were, but our souls linger, given to him, given to him..."
 * A voice says, "He commands the spirits here now, blood given to the Blood."
 * A soft voice alights upon your ear, "We watch this age with baited breath. Slowly it slips from the grasp of the race that held this world. Now it is another's."
 * A snake-man dresses you in a fine silken robe. Nearby a woman cries, at her feet a small child with golden eyes attempts to stifle the tears which brim at his eyes. You smile, and turn from them and are lead toward an altar by the snake-man.
 * A light breeze surrounds you momentarily. You see a city of alabaster, sapphire and gold stretching toward the heavens. Skyships the color of the sun traverse the sky. A man wearing a cerulean crown walks toward you and hands you a missive. As you open the document he stretches his hand forward holding a brooch for you.
 * There is the smell of something sweet nearby. The moons are large and high above your head. Four spires the color of sea-foam rise about you, and a chill wind blows. You taste blood, and the heady scent of sage fills your senses. You cough and shower yourself in blood.
 * You are sitting at a table in this very room as a chill shakes you to your soul. You feel breath brush against your neck. You turn but there is no one to be seen. The candles flicker as a breeze fills the room. You gently close your book and call upon fire to form beside you. A minor elemental appears. A small prism within your robes turns to dust.
 * You stumble as the staircase shifts beneath your feet. You maintain your balance as they slide to the far wall.
 * The trials left you shaken but you were prepared for much worse. You shoulder your weight against your staff and rest a moment, age it seems has the better of you. Your wrinkled skin makes you feel ill, there is still so much to accomplish. You sense the hundreds of eyes within the room and call to them.

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