Astinus' Office

Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.

The librarian notices you aren't reading anything... Astinus hands a worn folio to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Tranch' scribed in burnt grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Tranch's book..

   
Author:    Tranch         
Date:      Thu Nov  5 23:35:18 2009
Subject     Goblin hoards vs Fienab/Bonachili

Tue Oct 26 18:12:11 2004
Tranch of the Red Eye clan was in a bloodthirsty mood this foul morning. It was
the day of Rmeehr, and in the month of Gut-slash that meant only one thing...
time for blood, preferably Solamnic or mageling. With a grin to his commander,
who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of grog, he dashed out the
front entrance of the tunnels with his bow in hand.

A quick note in front of the Solamnic keep caught the squire doormans attention,
perhaps it was the crude arrow that it was attached to, or the fact that it
stuck into the door next to his head. As the young goblin ran out of town to his
hiding spot he passed a young mage, at least the man was wearing clothing that
seemed to mark him as such.

Into the bushes Tranch lept, then quietly waited, and waited.

The mage was coming down the road... BLOOD! It was a glorious day as arrow after
arrow the goblin spat upon his victim.... but as the man fell, a guard spotted
the young goblin and yelled out! After much ado the goblin found himself further
down the road waiting again...

A shining silver helm glinted in the sunlight just out of bowshot.

The goblin began to rain death down upon the hapless knight, though the knight's
armor prooved much more adequate than the mage before him, eventually the stings
found their marks and he fell to the ground.

(24 hours Fienab, 24 hours Bonachili, nothing from Fienab, stole Bowlachili's
boots, oh, took arrows back) (Ps. 24 hours protection is from me and the Goblin
Hoarde).

Tranch of the Red eye clan.

Author:    Tranch         
Date:      Thu Nov  5 23:35:41 2009
Subject     Bahoogangeh, it's pronounced Mondraikenbled

Wed Oct 27 17:32:39 2004
Tranch of the Red Eye Clan was in an even more bloodthirsty mood this fine
morning. It was the day of Bahoogangeh, and in the month of Hot-Stink that meant
only one thing... time for blood, any kind would do. With a grin to his still
comatose commander, who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of grog,
(though with a grin Tranch realized that the commander hadn't moved in a few
weeks, perhaps the dagger?), he dashed out the front entrance of the tunnels
with his bow in hand.

The goblin was on a long hunt this day, for the very streets and paths seemed to
be devoid of anything that would slake his bloodlust.

After an arduous journey through the Solamnic plains, he found himself slipping
quietly down the streets of a city near Solanthus. Distant cries and the
clanging of battle brought him to his senses, perhaps something even more fun!
As he glanced down side-street after side-street trying to pinpoint the noises,
he finally happened upon a large minotaur grunting gleefully as it tore into the
local guardsmen. To and fro the brute flailed, the guards falling to lifeless
heaps at it's feet.

After a moment of awe, and not a little jealous of the brutes power, Tranch
decided to test out his brains over the beast's brawn. For, even if it came to
the worst, he knew he could run faster than this hulking creature.

The goblin began to rain arrow after arrow at the minotaur, who didn't seem to
notice in his bloodlust. Finally the brute fell over in exhaustion and lay there
panting. Sneaking quietly upon his victim, Tranch glanced down and noticed the
beast had passed out from loss of blood.

Carefully pulling his black arrows from it's hide, he staunched the bloodflow
with the body of a guardsman and grabbed the minotaur's coin purse.

(24 hours Mondraiken oh, took arrows back)
(Ps. 24 hours protection is from me and the Goblin Hoarde).

Tranch of the Red eye clan.
  

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Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'