She moved swiftly, her cloak fluttering around her as she slipped into the library of Taras through a window. She ran, quickly, and slid into a creveas behind a bookshelf, panting as a librarian passed with an armfull of books. So far, she had not been caught. Her scimitarhad been placed on her right hip and it had been positioned in the right way, so she could easily draw it, kill, and then slip back into hiding without being noticed.

Kioku didn't have time for mistakes, so she moved in a speeed not known to her. The wind bustled behind her and created a small force, allowing for her cloak to flap and drag on the floor with each of her steps. Her riding boots were clicking on the ground, slightly, as she walked, but no one would have noticed because she made sure to move with grace. The boots were designed to slip out of normal and loud boots to easy and quiet boots.

The hood of her cloak was pulled over her head as she moved, and her long and stringy black hair fell dowwn, plopping out in small bits and strands. If you looked closely, you could see the half moon elf features she had. The pointed ears and the black eyes, along with black hair, made her a moon elf, and everyone could fell the presence of the night aorund her...She was a child of the moon. Although, she had not taken to many magics, and for that, she switched to knowing mainly fighting...besides some necromancy...

Laws meant nothing to her. She was a free spirit, who only wished to commit acts of good. She only killed those who did crimes, and she only did the good side of necromancy...well, soemtimes she dabbled in the dark sides. She roamed where ever she wished, but she did not wonder why no one had ever stopped her from commiting the random things she did...no one had ever really cared enough about her to watch and see what she was dogin so they could do something about it. She had broken into so many places, it was hard to count them sometimes! And she had never been caught.

She picked two books of the shelf and settled into a chair and desk shrouded in shadows in the corner. She removed her cloak and placed Icewing, her scimitar, and its scabbard next to her on the table. She silently read about this place, and quickly began to pick up on the things she did not know. This had been her first real visit to a library, so she was not shocked that this place was as such...but why was Imythess Imythess...??

She heard a noise and she quickly stacked the books and closed them. With great poise and grace, she slipped the hood over her head and pulled icewing from its scabbard. She slipped behind a bookshelf and peered around the corner, looking for whoever was coming...

Olath slammed one of the wooden doors open, and walked without purpose or care into the library. His bow in hand, and his quiver dangling on his back. The demon stuck out more than anything in the library. His fiery eyes searched around, spotting as many signs of life as they could. Olath wanted to be prepared. Though he came here without the intention of killing anyone, a demon at any place is not trusted. Olath walked through the library, at full draw. Though he aimed the arrow and bow downward, as if he were to be attacked at any second. The broadhead of the arrow had ignited in flames when he had placed it on the bowstring.

"Things always have to be difficult..." He muttered to himself, looking for a book on weaknesses and tactics used against races of good alignment. Such as elves, and angels. His gaze was now focused on the shelves. It seemed that many of the novels and scrolls were written on different magics, and histories. As he searched the shelves, a thick red book with an intricate golden design along the spine of the book caught his attention. Olath let his guard down for a second, and layed his bow on the ground. The demon took the book off the shelf, to see the title. Written in bold blackened letters was written Tactics Used in Shavarath, the Battleground. "So a human was actually able to get to Shavarath... A difficult feat, let alone studying the strategies of the armies..." Olath thought aloud to himself. Though in Shavarath the only races were devils, demons, and angels, Olath figured there were a few things he could learn from it.

Shavarath was a place Olath had longed to go to. A place of constant warfare, violence, death, and bloodshed. Nothing more could a demon ask for. But alas, Olath was stuck in Imythess. A place where demons were outcasts, and where the humans, elves and gods ruled. A pitiful fate indeed... Olath thought to himself. He took a quick glance at the first few pages of the novel, making sure it was what he was looking for. Pleased with his find, Olath shut the book, and retrieved his bow. The demon started walking over to one of the tables, hoping to study the writings further. Not expecting an attack, Olath let his guard down, as he walked over to a table.

Gentol had no reason to worry, he was in a library after all. His sword was sheathed at his right side. He had seen so many different people at the library. Gentol looked to find something about the histories of Imythess. He never went to school, but his mother taught him how to read the common language as well as a few older ones. Later, his elf friends taught him elvish and ancient elvish. He couldn’t speak it as gracefully as they could, but he could read it. Gentol had heard many different stories about the forest, and being here, he hoped to find something less fictional.

Gentol walked through the many bookshelves of the history section. The symbols on most of the worn out books were unfamiliar to him. One book caught his eye. It was red with silver lettering on the binding. He recognized the elvish letters. In English, it read, ‘The lives and histories of Norwood Forest.” Gentol took that book and headed over to the nature section of the library.

He was now looking for some good books on the plants of Imythess. He had learned much from the elves about plants that could be used as medicine. The only plants they taught him about were those of the forest though, and Gentol wanted to know about all plants.

Gentol found a few good books and took them along with the elvish one and went to find a table to sit at. He saw a demon on the way reading at a table. Gentol’s natural instinct wanted to attack him, but his common sense didn’t. There was no good reason to attack someone in a library where books could be destroyed, and history lost.

He found an empty table and, opening the first book, sat down. The book told of the lives of many different elves of Norwood forest; some important, and some that were just normal elves. Gentol was amazed that the book told of the first tree being planted, and the first houses being built in trees. He had seen only one of the many cities of the Elvish community in the forest, and just that was very large. To think of how long ago the book he was reading was written reminded Gentol of the Elvish magic. He said a few Elvish words and the building of the forest came to life before his eyes. The elves walked along the tree branches as though they weighed less than a squirrel. They built quickly, or maybe the vision went quickly, Gentol couldn’t tell.

Kioku had noticed the man as he had walked past, but he had not noticed her. That was odd, for many looked around at their settings when they were looking for a table, and he seemed to just walk on by her like she was not there. Truely odd, but the warrioress would not look into it...Although she DID really wish to see what this man was doing...He seemed to be interested in nature books, for she saw he had one on plants...interesting.

With a careful grace and poise, the assassin and necromancer slipped her scimitar into its sheath and pulled the cloak tighter. She turned around the corner of one of the book cases, and hide herself from view. Carefully, she checked both ways of view, and then began tp scale the bookshelf, stepping from shelf to shelf, and occassionally leaping books when one shelf ended and another was in the distance. It took several minutes, but she had managed to pull it off with great ease.

With another motion, she ran and jumped the small distance between the seperated shelves. Sighing, she did this again in a calculated pattern from the tops of bookshelves to the tops of other bookshelves. She then crouched down and then peered over the edge of the shelf -now that she was close enough to the man to see over his shoulder ontop of her shelf. She read lines in the book and then sighed as she set back down. She didn't need books to keep her entertained, she needed passion of the hunt and kill.

"Why are you here?" She asked as she pulled her feet closer to her on the shelf, and shifted her weight so she spun around in a quick circle and then settles against the bookshelf grounding underneath her making her lay down. She quickly, and quietly, drew her scimitar and layed it in her grip next to her. If someone looked up, she wouldn't be there, for she had hidden herself in the shadows...but she could easily see them from underneath her cloak...and she wished to fight.

Gentol looked around to see who asked the question. Seeing nobody, he assumed that the question wasn’t directed at him. He continued to read about all the histories of Norwood forest. Gentol had a strange feeling as though someone was watching him. He turned again, looking right at the place where Kioku lay.

“Is there someone there?” Gentol asked, feeling a bit paranoid. He looked at the other people in the library. They were all looking at him like he was communicating with unseen demons. “I heard something, now get back to your books,” he said, a bit frustrated. Gentol unsheathed his sword and walked toward the door. Medicine recipes certainly weren’t enough to keep Gentol around.

As soon as he was outside, Gentol felt better. Maybe it was something in the elven magic that had caused him to hallucinate. Whatever it was, Gentol knew he had to get away fast if he didn’t want to fight something. He wasn’t afraid of fighting; he was afraid it would interfere with his journeys.

As one man left, Kioku sighed and slipped from the shelf she was positioned on. She carefully, but swiftly, pulled the books he had a slipped that back on the shelves. She would not get in trouble in such a place, and if the man wanted to know abotu medicine, he wouild be forced to pull the books again. The man was a fool. Who had he been talking to when he said he heard something go back to your books? No one was even close to this section of the library. That is why Kioku was studying here instead of anywhere else....Now, where was the other man she wanted to chat with...? He had...Well, He had disappeared, she thought...Hm...Strange, Strange, Strange.