Gardiens de la bibliothèque
Bienvenue au cœur même de la Grande Bibliothèque de Chair et de Flamme — les Gardiens veillent à son ordre, en dévoilent les secrets et nettoient après vos regrettables expériences magiques. De la menace aux multiples bras de Maîtresse Palpina aux murmures énigmatiques de Frère Umbros, chaque gardien des rayonnages a son rôle… et ses règles. Soyez respectueux, soyez prudents et… surtout… ne demandez jamais ce qu’il y a dans le seau du concierge.
Arthro Scrubbleclaw
Janitor of the Lower Stacks
and Custodian of Residual Fluids
Janitor
Grumbling through the endless halls of the Great Library with his rune-lit mop and bucket of unknowable soaps, Crabb Scrubbleclaw is the unsung hero of cleanliness. His massive claws and six utility limbs make him terrifyingly efficient—if a little dramatic about the messes left behind by "scroll fanciers" and "wand polishers." He speaks only in deep gurgles and sighs, but somehow everyone understands him. If you leave wax, ichor, or ectoplasm unattended… you'll find a warning scroll nailed to your door. With soap.
Zephyrella “Zeffy” Thistlewink
Curator of Curiosities and
First Flirt of the Forbidden Aisles
Curator
Zeffy bursts into rooms like a confetti spell gone rogue—glittering, laughing, and probably halfway through explaining a magical object’s wildly inappropriate origin. An elf of eccentric tastes and barely-there couture, Zephyrella is equal parts guide, gossip, and glitter bomb. She knows where every secret corridor leads… especially the fun ones.
Mistress Palpina Scrollbind
Matron of the Reception Desk
and Warden of Orderly Conduct
Librarian
With eight dexterous arms and the glare of someone who’s re-shelved the same scroll four times, Mistress Palpina keeps the Library in a state of immaculate chaos. Whether offering visitors a cup of steaming memoryroot brew or cracking her whip at a loud moaner in the atrium, she does it with precision, discipline, and a t-shirt that says “Shhh happens.” Ask her anything—just not twice.
Brother Umbros
Silent Watcher of the Restricted Stacks
and Binder of Unwhispered Names
Archivist
Rarely seen, never heard, and only sometimes… entirely human. Brother Umbros has wandered the lower stacks for centuries, cloaked in whispers and shadow. His eyes, if he still has any, haven’t looked at a mortal face in ages—yet he always knows when a scroll goes missing. The spectral apparition that follows him may be his assistant… or his conscience. He won't say. He doesn’t need to.