The route Lemm takes is roundabout. He doesn't have quite the manoeuvrability of the Knight to start with, but even if he did - he needs to be sure the streets are emptied of infected if he's going to venture into the tower of mad spellslingers. Just to reassure himself, Lemm storms briskly through squeaky, rusting gates and up slippery steps and across old guards' walkways, counting the fallen husks on the way.
The Knight is not the only one to have found a way into the Soul Sanctum, although Lemm's is less conspicuous - an old wrought-iron spiral staircase up to a small service entrance, the door forced long ago by who-knows-who.
Though Lemm is still a little cautious when he sneaks his way in, he can tell it's different even with the lack of trudging footsteps everywhere. The air doesn't prickle quite like it did. Good news, then. He shakes closed his umbrella and sets to catching up.
There are thousands of accounts here. Mountains of detail, theses spanning whole shelves... Most of the more recent stuff is silk parchment, which means a high percentage of it is completely illegible by now - but there are still piles of earlier works in proper stone etch. He skims these briefly in passing, because he's here for another reason too, but it's not difficult to swiftly build a very ugly picture of this place.
As Lemm searches his way up through the more destroyed-looking parts, it's handy to have fallen architecture to climb on where the Sanctum was built without flight-capable visitors in mind. He's still not quite brave enough to call for the little wanderer, not even with the collapsed (and, unnervingly, mangled) forms of the Soul Sanctum's old tenants lying strewn around in the silence, but Lemm figures if he follows the worst of the debris he'll find the culprit his business partner.
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Date: 2022-11-07 04:33 pm (UTC)The Knight is not the only one to have found a way into the Soul Sanctum, although Lemm's is less conspicuous - an old wrought-iron spiral staircase up to a small service entrance, the door forced long ago by who-knows-who.
Though Lemm is still a little cautious when he sneaks his way in, he can tell it's different even with the lack of trudging footsteps everywhere. The air doesn't prickle quite like it did. Good news, then. He shakes closed his umbrella and sets to catching up.
There are thousands of accounts here. Mountains of detail, theses spanning whole shelves... Most of the more recent stuff is silk parchment, which means a high percentage of it is completely illegible by now - but there are still piles of earlier works in proper stone etch. He skims these briefly in passing, because he's here for another reason too, but it's not difficult to swiftly build a very ugly picture of this place.
As Lemm searches his way up through the more destroyed-looking parts, it's handy to have fallen architecture to climb on where the Sanctum was built without flight-capable visitors in mind. He's still not quite brave enough to call for the little wanderer, not even with the collapsed (and, unnervingly, mangled) forms of the Soul Sanctum's old tenants lying strewn around in the silence, but Lemm figures if he follows the worst of the debris he'll find
the culprithis business partner.