Johan walked down the empty alleys of new york, a piece of chalk in his right hand. Getting back into the city had been more difficult then he had intended, the gateway to Alfheim had been torched, blown apart as part of the Hounds campaign. And with it, the leylines had been all sorts of messed up, and they had allready been all sorts of crazy since the whole soulstone dabacle. 

[color #99ebff] “Lets see here” [/color]He mumbled beneath his breath as he found a corner of the alleyway that was surprisingly clean from moldy old cardboard, hobos and urine. Scratching the back of his head he tried to remember exactly how he did this. The hangover was not helping him in the least and it had been ages since he had gone to any lengths to find someone as elusive as his current quarry. The Librarian.

[color=#99ebff]“This oughta be the place, ey.”[/color] He drew a large circle on the  brickwall and began to fill it with all manners of runes and markings. Scribbling with a feverish  expression as he forced himself to remember every detail of the complicated gateway he was making. It took the better part of a an hour before it was done. IT was nothing like the quick inscriptions and runes his kind used for quick and dirty magic. This, this was a masterpiece. 

“[color=6ecff6]And a little bit of blood[/color]” He bit his thumb, drawing a scarlet bead of his potent magical blood. Pressing it to the top of the arch. “Open” He commanded as the blood began to color the chalk lines and magic burst from the seals. BUt then the doorway shimmered and die, all magic fizzling out into nothing. A voice rang out, from all around him.

[i]“Ahhh. Rune. We thought you had decided to crawl up and die. We lost lost a bet. We also won a bet.” [/i]

[color=#99ebff]“Stuff your bet. I need some help.”[/color]

[i]“Why should we help, Winterchild?”[/i]

[color=#99ebff]“Becouse if you don’t, the King of Winter is going to turn the mortal realm into a giant pyre, and poof goes all the literature you love.” [/color]

[i]“There are other worlds, other books”[/i]

[color=#99ebff]“Didn’t you tell me this is the only world where Discworld was written.”[/color]

[i]“....”[/i] There was a hum of power and the gateway opened before Johan. [i]“Fine. Welcome to the Library between Worlds, Johan Winterchild.” [/i]