Nathan Vergis
Aug 20th, 2002, 08:42:55 AM
The anti-chamber was as big as his own house back on Corellia, yet its cold walls held little invitation except for the candle lit symbols he would not have known that the tall oaken door in front of him lead to the great Library of the damned.
Vergis had dropped his mortal name of Nathan within hours of his transformation into the abomination that he now was. Ignorant of death, yet incredibly aware that he was not alive. Vergis raised his gloved hand pushed gently on the iron hinged slab of Oak. With a subtle creak the double doors opened wide revealing an immense hall filled with tall slender wooden shelves containing thousands if not millions of books.
Vergis stepped inside trying not to be overcome by the intensity of its sheer size and presence. He looked up the aisle to its center of the circular room, where the Librarian Chair sat. A Large hovering gargoylest feature that was able to move by thought through the Librarian's mind alone.
He looked up, and marveled at the ceiling, an inky black pond that rippled from time to time. Balls of illumination floated on its surface like lilies, moving with the ripples. He grinned his now fanged expression as he lowered his gaze, surprisingly finding the Librarians chair hovering in front of him. He quickly sat in his seat.
The knowledge of the Sith was now his to survey.
Vergis had dropped his mortal name of Nathan within hours of his transformation into the abomination that he now was. Ignorant of death, yet incredibly aware that he was not alive. Vergis raised his gloved hand pushed gently on the iron hinged slab of Oak. With a subtle creak the double doors opened wide revealing an immense hall filled with tall slender wooden shelves containing thousands if not millions of books.
Vergis stepped inside trying not to be overcome by the intensity of its sheer size and presence. He looked up the aisle to its center of the circular room, where the Librarian Chair sat. A Large hovering gargoylest feature that was able to move by thought through the Librarian's mind alone.
He looked up, and marveled at the ceiling, an inky black pond that rippled from time to time. Balls of illumination floated on its surface like lilies, moving with the ripples. He grinned his now fanged expression as he lowered his gaze, surprisingly finding the Librarians chair hovering in front of him. He quickly sat in his seat.
The knowledge of the Sith was now his to survey.