With a restless shift in your seat, you rise, heading over to the Index. You scribble down a few books you think might have connections to [angels]. One is a book about the theology of the creation myth; one is 'McCreary, the Martyr of SEED.,' another is a world history book, and finally, one is titled 'Reflections on the VOID.'
[2] The first book is a compendium of debates by the great Elders of the Scholars; some of them are even directed toward the Pontifex of the Scholarly religion. It is a mess of organization, referencing works that the library you're in do not possess, quoting scriptures that have since been erased from the accumulated mess that is the Religion of SEED. There is one thing you learn, however. At the end of the book, many concepts that were brought up were struck down as unholy by the Pontifex, all of them receiving a direct refutation from SEED itself.
[20] McCreary, given that name by SEED, was the only [angel] you can find direct physical evidence off. Unlike the [demons], who, if you consult a map and have the correct material, you can plot their casualties and path. Which, you quickly notice, generally follow the same way-- all towards the holy city. Regardless, McCreary emerged from the inner sanctum of SEED, bathed in a golden light. SEED spoke for the first time in many years, pronouncing him the champion of Humanity, a grand [angel] to protect the people from the beast at the gate. McCreary tur the very earth into massive spears to impale the King of the Dead and his infected minions. It twisted and screeched, drawing down fire from the sky to strike the Holy City.
The battle lasted for days, the earth being ripped asunder from the forces involved, never healing, until the Great Beast was slain and its body burned. McCreary succumbed to his wounds in the Holy Chamber of SEED, his body preserved and in viewing.
[11] The world history book is dry, and dense, containing a complete rundown of a two thousand year history. With a glance to a local calendar, you notice it is ten years out of date. Man was created in year zero, demons first arrive a thousand years down the line, after the foundation of the great city and the scholars of SEED, seeking to oppose his holy work. A wide variety of Pontifexes came to power, were killed or died of old age, did great things, and the next generation reversed those works. The last one thousand years or so were the Crusades, a sporadic series of wars that lead to significant losses of human life.
[?] The next is a forbidden work, only for reference to deal with heretics, as the branding on the front states. You notice, after straining your eyes some, that it is written in a Scholar's Tongue that you would not have access to while attending the Academy. So, you do what any self-respecting scholar does, and read on. It supposes that the living SEED is not the true master of the Cosmos, but rather an ancient evil. That the true master of the universe is an entity representing the void between worlds, which even the SEED cannot conquer, despite its struggles. There's no evidence that it presents to prove this theory, and you cast it aside with a sigh.
"I didn't know you knew how to read," Emma calls to you, emerging into the library, arms crossed loosely over her robes. She seems hesitant. "I wanted to thank you for last night. I greatly appreciate what you did for me. Sorry if I was..." She trails off into silence, glancing over to you.
It is six pm in the evening, on the second day of your vacation.
You are Pheobe Gainer.
Local Time: 18:00, 1/2/2010
You are peckish
Your back is healing.
You have a headache
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 240/250
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Beginner.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence with The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)
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