So, after an unexpectedly close race,
the Book of Wisdom won. Also, I am sorry if the text if of lower quality than usual, I am currently away from home and have to write in distinctly unfavourable conditions.
0.3 The Book of Roots
It seemed that no one among the gathered found your request surprising, and so presently was the book delivered into your hands, from the chest of war-spoils in which it was stored. It was a tome of considerable size and weight, bound in wood and leather, with a deep gash cut across its front, as if a blade had been wielded against it. Yet, the text was well-preserved, and, with some difficulty (for the scribe's hand seemed to you an unsteady one), you read from one of the pages:
"Pollio first made libraries, Eastern as well as in the popular language, for public use at White Wall, with statues of the authors added in an atrium that he had built most magnificently from spoils."
At that, you finished and rummaged through the tome some more, to uncover that it was truly filled with wealth wisdom and knowledge, concerning all manner of things: from the nature of lands and cities to an enumeration of beasts of the wild. Furthermore, you had also noticed that on the margins of many pages, there were notes, written by a different hand, of the kind that you knew to be classed
glossa in the language of White Wall, and which were often authored by learned men who wished their knowledge and observations to the tomes that were in their possession, for posterity. And so, the book seemed to you a great treasure, and though you thought about how would it be a no small burden to carry it on your back to all the way to the city of Step, it still cheered you to have in your hands.
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You have unlocked the Book of Roots, written by the servant of the Saints Desiderius. The book holds many secrets, and although large and unwieldy, it can be used to gleam information about the world! Once per update, you may now try to ask for a word or term and see if it is explained in the book. It also includes many a gloss, which may contain secrets and wisdom beyond what the holy author had himself written!
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Over the course of the next few days, you undertook more preparations for your pilgrimage, eagerly awaiting the tell-tale signs of spring that would indicate to you the right time to embark on your quest. However, the thaw had receded, and the winter was returned, and it continued almost to the day of Saint Gerulf's Ascension. However, Saint Gerulf, watching over those who provide for their families, decided in his grace to grant you some good fortune, and so on the day of his feast first snow-drops were spotted among the snows and within days, the arrival of spring was indisputable. With it, only one thing remained before you could commence your pilgrimage, and that was to dedicate your efforts to a Saint, so that you would not be thrust onto your way without protection and guidance.
There were some among the Saints you knew that seemed particularly well suited to your task. First among them was Saint Mavo, who was the patron of the itinerant, and was often invoked by priests and monks who had to make long journeys; Ethal was among his followers. Then was Saint Atharius the Martyr, who was the patron of the learned and who gave blessings of rhetoric and dialectic. Then was Saint Odo of Grace, who was the one to care for the unfortunate and ill-fated, and to whom the hopeless and the desperate often guided their prayers. And finally, there was also Saint Corvo the Exile, the patron of the crooked and banished, of those who are known to be like rabid wolves, unfit to live among men of good fame, but need their patron all the same.
On the eve of your pilgrimage's start, you found your way to a small shrine that was raised from stone by Rada, in thanks for having his son delivered from a deathly illness. There, before the altar-stone, you knelt and asked for a blessing from…
[ ] Saint Mavo.
[ ] Saint Atharius the Martyr.
[ ] Saint Odo of Grace.
[ ] Saint Corvo the Exile.