The destroyed library before this room seems like it's in media res; the cathedral like room trashed by something with enough force to break the building itself in two. The deep blue of the dome in the ceiling is untouched, but the single light that seems to shine down from the top only adds to the ransacked nature of the space. Shelves are topped and broken, the staircases carefully carved into them crumbled and chipped. Certain ones that were pillars for other higher stories, platforms built into the spiraling expanse, leave these landings without support and they too slope towards the ground.
Welcome, adventurers, to The Archive of the Cobalt Soul. I hope you signed in correctly- though no one in this dream is here to check.
To get to Beau is to walk through her mess- the wreckage of a hurricane she left behind, books ripped and waterlogged, tables and chairs destroyed and thrown astray. But despite the wreckage, following the path- and the light- will make her location apparent. In the very center lies a large sinkhole, the wood of the floor splintered like a crashing star down a floor to the basement below. From the swinging light overhead, the stage can be seen- a sand pit, speckled with blood. Spectators against the walls in blue coats and slicked down hair, tied and posed at the ready. Four archers, one in each corner, stand with weapons; when a challenger enters, they will draw, but not yet fire.
As soon as someone drops into the pit, all of the monks in the edges will speak in unison.]
Challenger approaching! Get up!
[And out of a corner of the shadows, Beau will appear, dressed only in a brown gi with her hair tied back in a single blue ribbon.
She'll take her stance. And wait for the call.]
[ooc: Room information and movelist is over here!]
beauregard | open
The destroyed library before this room seems like it's in media res; the cathedral like room trashed by something with enough force to break the building itself in two. The deep blue of the dome in the ceiling is untouched, but the single light that seems to shine down from the top only adds to the ransacked nature of the space. Shelves are topped and broken, the staircases carefully carved into them crumbled and chipped. Certain ones that were pillars for other higher stories, platforms built into the spiraling expanse, leave these landings without support and they too slope towards the ground.
Welcome, adventurers, to The Archive of the Cobalt Soul. I hope you signed in correctly- though no one in this dream is here to check.
To get to Beau is to walk through her mess- the wreckage of a hurricane she left behind, books ripped and waterlogged, tables and chairs destroyed and thrown astray. But despite the wreckage, following the path- and the light- will make her location apparent. In the very center lies a large sinkhole, the wood of the floor splintered like a crashing star down a floor to the basement below. From the swinging light overhead, the stage can be seen- a sand pit, speckled with blood. Spectators against the walls in blue coats and slicked down hair, tied and posed at the ready. Four archers, one in each corner, stand with weapons; when a challenger enters, they will draw, but not yet fire.
As soon as someone drops into the pit, all of the monks in the edges will speak in unison.]
Challenger approaching! Get up!
[And out of a corner of the shadows, Beau will appear, dressed only in a brown gi with her hair tied back in a single blue ribbon.
She'll take her stance. And wait for the call.]
[ooc: Room information and movelist is over here!]