The Elemortals
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You've lost track of how long this excursion into The Library has been… Hours? Millennia? It doesn't really matter. You are looking for something old. Something hidden.
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Corridors and corridors, shelves and shelves, books and books forever. All knowledge and never-knowledge is in this Library but there is something bigger, something more ancient… you know it.
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It all started when you stumbled across a group of Library staff that you had never seen before…

This darker section of The Library seems promising to you. The LED lights have been replaced with oil lamps and the straight and polished wooden floorboards to tiles bearing a checkered pattern. You round a corner and see a Neircat lounging on a cart, stripes of alternating shades of purple glowing softly. You are noticed and the creature evaporates before you can make a wish. Somewhat disappointed, but not surprised, you look up from where the Neircat was lounging and see it,

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The Elemortal's Shelf

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As you dust off the cover of the first poem, green with golden details, you read it aloud to yourself, "Tayakc, Life. The First Brother". You think to yourself how queer it is that such short poems would be bound within hard covers, containing nothing more than a single page. Opening the book, you briefly see an old piece of paper before a gust of wind and leaves force you to quickly shut your eyes. The foliage ceases its bombardment and calls from different animals begin to echo from within the poem.

The Forest thrives beneath its view,
creatures walk with many limbs,
all the size of greater things.

Others like it have fallen prey
to one they call their own
and now it stands, a spectator
to all things beneath its shadow.

A headache begins deep in your mind and you begin to hear whispers.

Now a face, covered by bone
stolen off a parent's corpse.
A glowing horn upon its head
the power of life, within its frame.

A power now sought by others.
Some wish to contain it.
Some wish to destroy it.
Some wish to free it.
And some wish to consume it.

The Gods wish to bring it home.

As you finish reading, you begin to have visions of a massive creature wearing a single-horned skull, pulsing with blue energy. You see a giant forest with creatures the size of houses surrounding it. Then your vision zooms out and you see a massive mechanical arch swarmed with people in lab coats. Beneath the arch, you can see a rift opening to this fantastical jungle.

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