Post by Dariel Zarkov on Jun 10, 2016 18:27:03 GMT
Another Sleepless Night
Dariel pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. The object of his ire lay before him. A small and intricately scrimshawed piece of bone lay before him. The entirety of it's surface covered in symbols ranging from the simplistic to the terrible complex. He resisted the temptation to just hurl the damned thing against a wall and be done with it. Instead, he stood from his desk and headed from his study to the kitchen.
Soon the whistle of a boiling kettle stirred the man from his pondering. He poured himself a cup of tea and looked thoughtfully at the dreary scene outside his window.It had been raining for a week now, with no end in sight. He glanced back to the hallway that lead to his study and sighed.
He drank from his cup, and made his way back to his desk. The room was filled with tomes and scrolls. The desk itself mirroring the owner's current state of mind, papers scattered about it with little rhyme or reason. He sat back into his chair and once again poured over the assembled literature that had been reviewed a thousand times before. "There must be something here to help decipher this blasted thing." He muttered to himself.
It would be a long night. Much like the innumerable nights that preceded it.
Dariel pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. The object of his ire lay before him. A small and intricately scrimshawed piece of bone lay before him. The entirety of it's surface covered in symbols ranging from the simplistic to the terrible complex. He resisted the temptation to just hurl the damned thing against a wall and be done with it. Instead, he stood from his desk and headed from his study to the kitchen.
Soon the whistle of a boiling kettle stirred the man from his pondering. He poured himself a cup of tea and looked thoughtfully at the dreary scene outside his window.It had been raining for a week now, with no end in sight. He glanced back to the hallway that lead to his study and sighed.
He drank from his cup, and made his way back to his desk. The room was filled with tomes and scrolls. The desk itself mirroring the owner's current state of mind, papers scattered about it with little rhyme or reason. He sat back into his chair and once again poured over the assembled literature that had been reviewed a thousand times before. "There must be something here to help decipher this blasted thing." He muttered to himself.
It would be a long night. Much like the innumerable nights that preceded it.