It was… weird, to put it nicely. The light of the rhythm that floated out of the void was dark. Almost imperceptible against the darkness of the void. The whispers of its rhythm soon started to make themselves known and it was surprisingly comforting. There was an extra sort of echoing to it, and the voice was warm and calm.
‘One of them must have set down their stuff nearby?’ I looked about my void at the different stacks of books. ‘Well, these ones probably aren’t going anywhere… so… Echoing Script.’
Mana: 612/732(824)
‘Huh. So it not only locked out the Mana, but dropped down by the amount I was already down? The paid the amount? Oph. I guess it’s a good way to prevent cheating the system, but… I’m in a position to want to cheat the system. Oh well. It’s not like there is much else I need to keep an eye on.’
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Inkweaver’s Reverie
A treatise on the significance of written works in preserving the essence of the world.
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‘Huh.’ I stared at the title as it finished scrawling across my page. ‘That’sa… huh. I guess I can see why Cuttle and I may have been bonded. Assuming this is his, that is.’
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To weave words into permanence is to sip from the wellspring of eternity. Each stroke of ink carries the weight of a creator's vision, binding fragments of thought to the endless tapestry of existence. Yet, there is no loss in replication—only transformation. In the act of recording, the scribe does not merely mirror; they absorb, becoming a living reservoir of countless stories, lessons, and dreams.
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Beware, however, the balance between knowing and becoming. For while the pages of a book are endless, even the most capacious of vessels can overflow.
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‘This is very, oddly, specifically, on point. But… I like it.’ It had been a very interesting read. My Mana had capped out at its 732 long before it finished copying over, so unfortunately, I lost track of time after about an hour twenty.
Reading only takes longer now because of how long it takes to copy something over. Reading things I already contain goes by so much more quickly. ‘Guess it helps that I don’t need to blin-‘
Trait Unlocked
Knowledge Reservoir - Every inked word, every etched glyph, brings you closer to understanding the vastness of existence.
Effect: You gain experience through the act of collecting and storing written knowledge.
‘Who wrote this?! I gained a Trait!’ I stared at the prompt scroll in disbelief. ‘Seriously, who wrote this? Let’s see… the Eternal Quill? That’s an odd name. I guess it’s a moniker? Well, I would love to read more of their work.’
With a thought, my scroll was up before me. ‘It counted itself too! I think? My Stamina was already capped. So got some for that. May Mana capped eventually… maybe I should copy a math book sometime, yeah?’
Name: Nakia Davids Species: Handbook, Level 0 Experience: 2.04/100 Health: 18/25 Stamina: 26/26 Mana: 732/814 (824)