Anyways, the below is a rather unnecessary (but a lot of fun to write) introduction to the Athenaeum, read if you want to. The useful information begins in the next post for the overly pragmatic amongst you.))
The adept moved reverently through the shadowy depths of the Athenaeum, muttering the route under his breath. The stranger who paced beside him observed this, but he did not react, and what little that could be seen of his face did not betray any emotion, if indeed he felt any.
The pair turned a corner, and found themselves at the start of a long and wide corridor. At the far end, two guards stood resplendent in shining golden armour, which cast a soft luminescence across the entire chamber. The guards stirred only their eyes at the adept's approach, and their hands never left the hilts of their weapons.
The stranger did not seem in the least bit worried by the attentions of the vaunted warriors, and unlike the adept of the machines who guided him, the man looked about at his surroundings with great interest. His sharp eyes caught hundreds of hidden cameras, sensors and gun turrets following his progress up the vaulted corridor. He seemed almost casual about the whole experience.
As the pair finally reached the huge double doors at the end of the corridor, the mysterious hooded man made to pass through them. Instantly, two golden blades were at his throat, humming with a soft malevolence as energy flooded through their arcane circuitry. The man smiled, and slowly raised his hands. The right-hand guard, without moving his blade, placed a hand on the man's forehead.
Had the others been able to see the man's eyes, they would have noticed him blink in surprise. He felt as though something was piercing his mind, worming through his brain into the deepest parts of his being. In this, he was not far from the truth. Soul-searching was forbidden by Caenophite edict, but the entrance to the Athenaeum was the one exception - no-one who harboured dangerous intentions could be allowed access to the Great Library itself.
After what seemed like an age, the guard nodded and removed his hand. As if at an unspoken command, both blades were withdrawn and the adept hurried to open the heavy doors. He slowly forced them open, and light flooded the forbidden chamber.
A single data-bank was stood before them. The adept hurried to it, and initiated the ancient programming. As it came to the entrance menu, he bowed his head to the mighty machine, and retreated back to his erstwhile companion.
"The machine will instruct you as to the path you wish to follow," he stated in a low, dry voice. "I shall await your return outside."
"Thankyou." the man replied, simply.
With that, the adept walked back out of the room, clearly relieved to be out of the presence of the enigmatic stranger. As the doors were pulled shut and the room's own lighting activated, the traveller turned to the access point of the venerable machine. It was so designed that it almost seemed to look back at him. He frowned at the blank screen and took a step towards it.
+What do you wish to know?+
The words appeared on the screen as if from nowhere, but the man was comfortable with technology that worked and relaxed. He spoke but one word to the machine.
"Domain."
And the reams of data began to flow...
Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 28 January 2008 - 07:12 PM.