Vencrest quietly paced through the narrow shelves, eyes darting on the spines of several books, scanning the titles, and determining if they were interesting. A book caught his attention. The spine was labeled Abyssal Monsters, The Destructive Forces of Nature The book was a dark crimson, and rather thick. He grabbed the book quickly, a layer of dust stirring, and placed it under his arm, shielding it from other library patrons.

He walked swiftly through the aisle, searching for a table were he could sit down and read the book. He found one, and sat himself on a old wooden chair. He opened the book, its spine creaking, as if it hadn't been opened for several years. The first page was intricately designed, with several complex patterns and pictures. There was a scene drawn, depicting a fight between a dragon and a paladin. In the center of the page, in fancy cursive in the drow language, 'Abyssal Monsters, The Destructive Forces of Nature'.

Vencrest smiled slightly, and turned the page, trying to find the appropriate chapter to suit his needs. His eyes caught site of his problem. Part 5: Raising Your Own Abyssal Monsters. He scanned through the sections chapters, trying to narrow his search. He found it, yet again. Teaching Your Dragon to Control his Breath Weapon. He let out a sigh, relived to have hopefully found a solution to his problem. His dragon had been leaking lava from his mouth, causing much problems for him. There had been many occasions were his Zekbel had leaked lava on a wooden floor, causing an uproar from the lower floors below.

He began to read the pages, careful to not miss a word. A dragons breath is its most powerful weapon in most cases. If a dragon is a young adult, it will have difficulty controlling such a powerful weapon. It has yet to learn how to master the technique of bringing the flames through his throat, and retaining them. If they sneeze, it will cause the gland holding its breath weapon to expand, sending out its breath weapon with it. If it vomits, even as an adult, most likely, its breath weapon will go with it. The younger dragons will drool there breath weapon, with no visual reason at all.

Now to prevention. There is no stopping your dragon from throwing up, except for feeding it easily digestible food. A dragon can stomach about any food after a few days of age. A dragon can not be prevented from sneezing, and the only thing to prevent it is to not try and agitate its nasal passages. An older dragon can suppress its breath weapon with a sneeze. A younger dragon can drool sometimes. This is simple to fix. Raise your dragons head, which will cause the breath weapon to retract into its glands. It is recommended to do this every hour, for about a minute, for best results.

Vencrest continued reading, not absorbing the rest of the information as well as the passages he had just read. He soon found himself nodding off, and before he knew it, night had fallen. He had awoken to a slight tapping at the window at his side. He turned to see his Zekbel, the small dragon, trying with all his might to fly with eye level with Vencrest. Vencrest motioned with his hands for the dragon to come inside, and he seemed to understand. He let out a small spluttering cough, sending blotches of lava landing on the window. The window began to melt, creating a large enough hole for Zekbel to emerge.

Zekbel flew inside, and landed on the table with a thud. Vencrest jumped, but then remembered that he was alone in the library. "Hello?" A voice rang through the library, sending chills through Vencrests spine. He pulled himself up, and grabbed his scimitar, his dragon shuffling behind his back.

((The next to post can assume the role as the person saying "hello," or another person, and the person saying "hello" is a guard or something.))

If Juste was to find any clues to the Belmont whip the first place to check would be here. Endless books endless stories, endless possibilities of clues. Juste would go to any depths to find the Belmont Whip. He would kill anybody he needed to kill and do anything he needed to do.

He walked down the first row of books, dragging his right hand on the books, searching through them. He found several books that did not have any clues of the Whip's location but one's he had been meaning to look at for some time now.

His steps were silent and his body felt light. He made sure to stay quiet inside of a library. At the end of the row of books he found a table and sat several books on the table, most of them held the clues he required, others were just interesting stories.

He piled the books into two piles, those with possible clues and those he was interested in. The two piles were roughly the same size due to depth and size of each of the books. After Juste finished finding all of the books he needed throughout the first couple of rows he sat down and started from the pile of books with clues, the others he would read later.

He did not get far into his reading with a small plasma dragon flying in through a far window and landeing roughly on a table. Juste found this odd and went to confront whomever or whatever may be down the rows. "Hello?" He said out loud with his whip ready for an attack.

He came across a tall, grey drow standing in one of the rows that he remembered from the inn several days ago. "Hmm... I would not have thought you as somebody to read books. Forgive me if I sound rude but you are quite loud and obnoxious."

Vencrest stood, his scimitar still drawn, ready to cut down any who dared to step in his way. He let out a sigh, only to see it was another man, one how had been at an inn he had just recently visited. He seemed quite, and overall, weak, and an easy kill. He listened quietly to what he had to say, and lowered his scimitar down to his side, but not sheathing it, for fearing if he was a threat.

"Hmm... I would not have thought you as somebody to read books. Forgive me if I sound rude but you are quite loud and obnoxious," he said. Vencrest let out a small laugh, amused with his mortal attempts to sound stronger than him, when in truth, he could destroy him with ease. "Ah yes...," he said, raising his hand ", I remember you, you are that man at the inn." He let out a small laugh and continued. " I do believe that you are mistaken. You accuse me of being 'loud' and 'obnoxious', when in truth I'm quite the opposite. My intellect probably surpasses yours by much, mainly for my age. You are a mortal, and unlike me, have only a few years to live and study and grow. I am one hundred and seventy five years old. I have been schooled for several decades. I've probably been in a school longer than you have been alive!"

He let out another laugh, still amused. "You truly under estimate me, for you see, I'm an Abyssal Beast master. I'm sure you don't know what that is, so I'll take the time to tell you. I revel in the unnatural, and the strange, or shall I say, the Abyssal. I have two creatures with me, and one lies on this desk as we speak. It’s a plasma dragon hatchling, and he grows extremely fast. In a week’s time from now, he will be the size of mountain! And I have another pet." Vencrest let out a high pitched whistle. In a few seconds time, a horse jumped through the window. There was something strange about it. It had no flesh, and only bones. Vencrest smiled, and said smoothly ", this creature can be destroyed, and in two days time, he will return, fully regenerated. You see, I'm not 'loud' or 'obnoxious' but rather, powerful, and I have the right to push people around, and if they don't comply, they die."

Juste let out a sort of mix between a sigh and a growl "You underestimate most of those on Arda. We 'mortals' alone are still very powerful and some seemingly powermad creature with grey skin can be defeated by a human alone. I am not saying that I am so powerful but I have met several mortals with immense power." Juste aid as he tried to remain calm. The Drow was obnoxious and looked down upon all others. This kind of attitude sickened Juste who was tempted to pull some idiotic move but remained calm and respected a public place where other people may still tread. He walked over to a nearby chair and sat down in it before the drow responded. He let out a sigh as awaited the Drow to respond, most likley thinking still about how powerful he is and not noticing how very ignorant he was.

((If you recall, in the first post, it was Vencrest fell asleep, and now its night, and no one is in the library, but me and you. I'm sorry if my character sounds a bit rude, but that's who he is . Ya know, I have to make him sound rude. Nothing personal?))

Vencrest had a smile spread across his lips, and listened quietly, awaiting his chance to speak. Unlike mortals, he had the time to wait, not to mention the politeness. "You underestimate most of those on Arda. We 'mortals' alone are still very powerful and some seemingly power mad creature with grey skin can be defeated by a human alone. I am not saying that I am so powerful but I have met several mortals with immense power."

Vencrest let out a laugh, but could tell that the man had difficulty restraining himself from lunging on him. He reached out a hand, and stroked the skeletal horses back, the smooth bone glimmering in the lamp lit room. He had a saddle on him, and a bit and bridle. It was for easy access, because unlike other horses, he did not tire, and could remained saddled for as long as Vencrest wished.

"I do not deny that mortals can be powerful, but what you don't realize, is there powers are limited. Your not wrong, trust me. The greatest wizards are mortal, and they are probably stronger than most immortal elven beings. But mind you, I could be fighting a powerful mortal, and lose, and retreat, wait one hundred years, and they would be dead. I am not limited by a lifespan. There is one other fatal flaw of a mortal. You can only grow for seventy years, one hundred years at most, and then you would die, leaving a limit to the amount you can grow. I have the rest of time to age, to learn, to train, to become invincible!"

He looked into the mans eyes, and added ", please, don't hold back if you try to lunge at me. Mind you, I'm probably one hundred years older than you, and one hundred years more of experience." He slid his hand gently down to the hilt of his scimitar, grabbing it, in case the man tried to attack him. "Oh, I'm Vencrest," he added, " and remember the name, for it is the name soon to be written in all the books of the land! My rise to power is inevitable, and soon, you will be wanting to tell everyone you know, I fought Vencrest, and he was grateful enough to save my pathetic life!"

Juste gave a smirk as he stood from the chair "As much as you would love that I do not wish to fight in a library or fight you at this moment. And would you not prefer it more if I was at my strongest? You would then have more of a challenge than and you would even be more reknown." Juste said with a smirk as he walked over to a row of books. He pulled sevveral out titled 'A legendary family'. It was a series of books his family had written to give more information about the Belmont family. In all there was about 10 thick books full of information, packed with information of legendary Belmonts throughout Arda. Juste turned to the Drow and handed him the books. "Here, some light reading. And by the way, my name is Juste Belmont and I shall meet you in a later time when I have my weapon." Juste gave a slight bow before leaving the library to avoid an unnessecary fight.