The Great Library of Palanthas

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 metal bound tome to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Alenth' scribed in dark blue ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Alenth's book..


Author: Alenth Date: Sat Jul 19 05:06:50 2008 Subject Alenth Dusk fell slowly, the daylight dragging its fingers reluctantly accross the dead landscape as winter crept closer. Alenth sighed as he watched the light hang on the tips of the apple trees outside the modest ergothian house that had been in his family for generations. From inside the house, a servant called: "Master Alenth? It's time." Alenth turned slowly, his youthful face carved from stone. "Indeed" He walked inside, pushing aside the rough curtain. Inside, lying prone on the bed, her skin streatched and thin, lay an old woman. Wasted away, at first glance she looked dead, but as he watched closely, Alenth saw that her chest still slowly rose and fell, as her body struggled to live. It wouldn't be much longer. Alenth knelt beside the bed, grasphing one of the claw-like hands in his own. "Mother, I'm here." The woman turned slightly, looking at him with unseeing eyes. "Jarod? Is that you?" Alenth winced. His father had been dead for several years now. If she believed him alive, the end must be near. "No mother, it's me, Alenth. Your son." Her eyes seemed to twitch a bit at his voice. "Oh Jared, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have, but he was so handsome...the knight from Solamnia....uth Kein, his name was. I was so lonely while you were away....I'm sorry Jarod...At least now, we have our son...Alenth is a fine boy, and there's no reason for any of the neighbors to know...." Alenth froze, hearing his mother's impossible words. With a final shudder, her body lay still. He rose and left without a word, saddled his horse, put on his sword, and headed East, towards Solamnia. Somewhere, his father's blood called to him. Author: Alenth Date: Thu Aug 7 03:54:38 2008 Subject Alenth: The quest (pt 1) Alenth sneezed as the dust from the faded manuscript floated past his face. Another barely readable lineage chart, dating back almost to the cateclysm. He rubbed his eyes with a dusty knuckle and glanced at the candle set on the side of his desk, safely away from the documents. He had already been looking for over two hours after he should have been asleep on the uncomfortable cot allocated to squires. The room at least had a desk now, one of the priviliages of being a Clerist in training, but not much else in the way of comforts. He sighed as he looked at the candle again, mentally calculating how long he would have to sleep. One more hour shouldn't be too much of a problem. The halls of the clerists were empty now, and the knighthood seemed sometimes to be shrinking. Alenth was alone in these empty corridors more often than not, a matter of some concern, what with the rumors of armies to the East. He turned back to the faded manuscript and began to trace the liniage inscribed there, searching for the name of his father. The line ran through various names, but there was no mention of uth Kein anywhere. It was as if the name had never existed. Perhaps he had heard his mother wrong. He moved the document over and started on the next stack, not noticing as the candle burned lower and lower. Author: Alenth Date: Tue Jan 25 05:30:31 2011 Subject The Return An evening gust blew in through the windows of Alenth's study. Situated by the sea, his estates overlooked the ocean and the sea air held a chill. Alenth, no longer a young man, pulled his fur-lined cloak around his shoulders as he looked out the window. Below him, his workers were bringing in the day's catch of fish in their reed boats. Alenth watched them work, an untouched mug of mulled wine on the desk behind him. He turned as the door opened behind him, watching the slim man who entered. "My Lord, I have news. Your information was correct. The Knighthood has fallen into disorder, and there is stirring in Sanction. Word is that they have crowned a new emperor. No one is sure who it is but there is talk of a magic-user." Alenth sighed as he sat down at his desk, sliding the mug of wine to the side, and gesturing for the man to go on. "My Lord, there is no word on who it is, but my sources indicate that that he was once a Red Robe." Alenth looked up at that. "A red robe now leads the Armies in the north? That seems...unlikely. Are you sure?" The man looked Alenth in the eye. "I am, my Lord." Alenth nodded. "Very well, Samuel. Gather my guards, and ready my armor. Saddle Daven. He's old..." He smiled ruefully, "But we are, none of us, as young as we used to be. Hurry now, Samuel. The Knighthood needs us." Samuel hurried from the room, and Alenth strode quickly to the fireplace, where a large iron flail hung above the mantel. He lifted it down, and read the inscription hammered into the well-worn handle. It read only "Redemption" and it fit perfectly into Alenth's gnarled and knotted hands. He lifted the flail and looked again out the window, knowing in his heart that while this had been a place to live, it had never been his home. He strode from the room without a backwards glance, flail clenched in his hand.

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