GURPS DF Monster Inspiration: Keeper of the Written Word

Tallor · 07-31-2016, 05:45 PM

The trees are howling in a wind that blasts lesser branches into the gravel road before you. The rain is cold enough feel through your cloaks, armor and clothes. The light from your lantern shines weakly into the mist of precipitation that obscures all but the most basic of silhouettes. You hear a bell go off, like a church bell. Its deep hum reflects off the distant hills in reply.

Arriving to the noise, you see the structure from where the bell tolled. It's a large, two-story building in reasonable repair. It has no lights upon it, but you can see the movement of candlelight inside. Trying the door, you find it open. Your shoes soak the grand rug just inside the doorway--it's made of some unnatural, silvery material.

"Hello?" you call, "Hello!?"

A hooded figure behind a desk turns its head, roused from its studies. In one hand is a quill. Its other arm raises its thin, fabric-covered hand, putting its finger to the "lips" of its wooden-masked head. "Shh. No shouting in the library."

07-31-2016, 05:45 PM	#1
Tallor Join Date: May 2016	GURPS DF Monster Inspiration: Keeper of the Written Word The trees are howling in a wind that blasts lesser branches into the gravel road before you. The rain is cold enough feel through your cloaks, armor and clothes. The light from your lantern shines weakly into the mist of precipitation that obscures all but the most basic of silhouettes. You hear a bell go off, like a church bell. Its deep hum reflects off the distant hills in reply. Arriving to the noise, you see the structure from where the bell tolled. It's a large, two-story building in reasonable repair. It has no lights upon it, but you can see the movement of candlelight inside. Trying the door, you find it open. Your shoes soak the grand rug just inside the doorway--it's made of some unnatural, silvery material. "Hello?" you call, "Hello!?" A hooded figure behind a desk turns its head, roused from its studies. In one hand is a quill. Its other arm raises its thin, fabric-covered hand, putting its finger to the "lips" of its wooden-masked head. "Shh. No shouting in the library."