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 large book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Zopzer' scribed in deep yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Zopzer's book..


Author: Zopzer Date: Fri Sep 18 05:34:39 2009 Subject The Calling The wind and rain roared this night in Northern Ergoth. The hair on the back of Zopzer's neck stood at attention as the cold, night air chilled him to his core. Zopzer stood outside his rudimentary tent and waited for any sign of movement from within the murza's tent. It had been several hours since an enclave of representatives from the Red Dragon Army marched into the aul's village. Dull red eyes can be seen throughout the village, fixed on the large tent towards the back. The representatives' visit was quite unexpected and caught the aul off-guard, but sadly, Zopzer thought, they were only welcome by some. It was no secret that the aul had flourished since it settled here in Northern Ergoth, and the close proximity in which they lived to the Ergoths had not been a problem. In fact, the Goblins and Ergoths had formed an almost surprisingly peaceful relationship. What was a mytery was the purpose for the enclave's visit. Rumors had already began to spread through the village about why they were here, but Zopzer wanted nothing to do with gossip and quickly dismissed them. Instead, he stood out in the cold air patiently waiting. He kept his ears up and towards the murza's tent, hoping to catch even a brief fragment of the conversation within that may betray the purpose for the visit. Suddenly, the flaps of the tent flew open, and a group of finely armored soldiers came out and formed around the entrance. Right behind them came the man they escorted. Zopzer could clearly see the night winds catch the man's cape as stormed out of the tent. He seemed to move easily and with little diffulculty in his heavy armor - his face grimly covered by the tell-tale dragon mask. The tall commander stopped just outside the tent and turned to address the murza one last time. "Remember this night, Goblin! Remember my face. You WILL see me again... and when your aul lies bleeding and dead from the full fury of the Queen's armies, remember that you could have protected them." The enclave moved out of the village as quickly as it had arrived, never looking back. Zopzer, alarmed at what he'd just witnessed, gave a slight snarl and turned back into his tent. He grabbed a heavy cloak and turned back towards the exit, where a rough and rusty sword caught his eye. He stopped firmly in his tracks and stared blankly at the sword... Author: Zopzer Date: Fri Sep 18 20:15:15 2009 Subject The Calling Pt. III His gaze fixed squarely on the well-used sword propped against the inside of the tent. He thought long and hard about what he would do next. Time seemed to stand still around him. Zopzer didn't know why the soldiers had come to his village, but he had a pretty good idea. It was no secret around here that the Queen's armies had begun to mobilize. Their recruitment tactics were firm, ruthless, and often times violent. Zopzer was a Hobgoblin and taught by example to be a ruthless killer, showing mercy to none. But it had been a long time since the people of Sikk'et Hul had embraced the instincts and the very essence of who goblinoids are. Having then made up his mind to go and do what he believed his race was born to do, he snatched up the sword and strapped it securely to his person. He would leave at once, but there was someone he must see first. Zopzer moved swiftly through the now bustling village. He made his way as quietly as possible to Lahrag's tent, a small, wiry goblin that had always been loyal and obedient... well, mostly. As he passed by the murza's tent at a distance, he couldn't help but notice him pacing outside the entrance. He was hanging hard on the tough decision -- whether or not he made the right one. It was evident, however, to Zopzer that he had probably made the wrong one. A fire burned low and warm from inside the little goblin's tent as Zopzer approached from outside. Hushed conversation could be faintly heard from within, but the topic was not discernable. He paused briefly outside, wondering who else might be inside. Realizing there was no time for delays, he flung open the flap and entered the goblin's tent. Lahrag, caught a bit off guard by Zopzer's sudden entrance, stopped mid-sentence and looked up at the imposing Hobgoblin. "Zopzer.. what ar-", Lahrag began but suddenly stopped as he noticed the hilt of a sword beneath the heavy cloak. Zopzer look around at the handful of goblins huddled around the small fire. His eyes met with those of Lahrag, and he realized what made him falter. He quickly shifted his cloak to cover the hilt of the sword and said, "We must talk... now." Author: Zopzer Date: Fri Sep 18 20:17:32 2009 Subject The Calling Pt. III His gaze fixed squarely on the well-used sword propped against the inside of the tent. He thought long and hard about what he would do next. Time seemed to stand still around him. Zopzer didn't know why the soldiers had come to his village, but he had a pretty good idea. It was no secret around here that the Queen's armies had begun to mobilize. Their recruitment tactics were firm, ruthless, and often times violent. Zopzer was a Hobgoblin and taught by example to be a ruthless killer, showing mercy to none. But it had been a long time since the people of Sikk'et Hul had embraced the instincts and the very essence of who goblinoids are. Having then made up his mind to go and do what he believed his race was born to do, he snatched up the sword and strapped it securely to his person. He would leave at once, but there was someone he must see first. Zopzer moved swiftly through the now bustling village. He made his way as quietly as possible to Lahrag's tent, a small, wiry goblin that had always been loyal and obedient... well, mostly. As he passed by the murza's tent at a distance, he couldn't help but notice him pacing outside the entrance. He was hanging hard on the tough decision -- whether or not he made the right one. It was evident, however, to Zopzer that he had probably made the wrong one. A fire burned low and warm from inside the little goblin's tent as Zopzer approached from outside. Hushed conversation could be faintly heard from within, but the topic was not discernable. He paused briefly outside, wondering who else might be inside. Realizing there was no time for delays, he flung open the flap and entered the goblin's tent. Lahrag, caught a bit off guard by Zopzer's sudden entrance, stopped mid-sentence and looked up at the imposing Hobgoblin. "Zopzer.. what ar-", Lahrag began but suddenly stopped as he noticed the hilt of a sword beneath the heavy cloak. Zopzer looked around at the handful of goblins huddled around the small fire. His eyes met with those of Lahrag, and he realized what made him falter. He quickly shifted his cloak to cover the hilt of the sword and said, "We must talk... now." Author: Zopzer Date: Mon Sep 21 07:08:46 2009 Subject The Calling Pt. IV "We must talk... now." Without getting up Lahrag replied, "The soldiers, I know why they came. They wish to-". Zopzer quickly finished the goblin's sentence, "-to enlist us in the Queen Mwarg's army." Lahrag fixed a perplexed expression on his face. "You knew already?" Zopzer shook his head slightly and replied, "No, but I could have guessed as much. And by the looks of our 'great murza', he likely told them no." Lahrag stood and asked, "What are you planning on doing with that?" He gestures towards the poorly concealed weapon beneath Zopzer's cloak. At that moment Zopzer turned his gaze from the other goblins present in the tent to Lahrag. His face frowned heavily and he almost looked enraged by the question. The urge he had to leave was now evident in the fire he had in his eyes. "I won't stay here living the pathetic life of a... a... a donek!", Zopzer snapped. "Stay here if that is what you wish, but I won't waste anymore time with this discussion. I'm leaving at once. You can come with or stay, but you must decide now." Lahrag simply says, "We'll go." Easily convinced, the handful of goblins seemed to nod and agree almost in unison. With Zopzer in the lead, they headed out of the village as quickly and quietly as possible. A few of the other resident goblins and hobgoblins noticed the group, but were hardly concerned with the affairs of a few of their own. They moved uncontested out of the village and down the small road the soldiers had departed on. While the small goblins' convictions were mostly unknown, Zopzer's were solid. One thing was certain for all them: there would be no regret... there would be no looking back. Author: Zopzer Date: Mon Sep 28 07:17:54 2009 Subject Eye For An Eye Zopzer woke slowly from a surprisingly good sleep. He yawned, stretched, and sat up on the hard, stone floor -- a bit dazed... a bit confused. Looking around was all it took to jar him from his sleepy stupor as he immediately noticed the cannibalized corpse lying in the corner of the small cell. He licked his lips and could taste still the dried blood crusted around his mouth. He was damp from the wet floor and smelled of something worse than death. The events that had transcribed the day before were enough to wear out the young solider-in-training. He didn't remember much past when the Emporer had so easily sent him into a bloodlusting rage. Zopzer stood as one of the Sergeants on duty fumbled around with a rather large and loud set of keys till he found just the one he was looking for. The door opened with a *clank* and the Sergeant motioned for Zopzer to exit. A bit confused as to what exactly was going on at this point, Zopzer hesitated for a moment in silence. The Sergeant motioned again in a more exagerated manner saying, "Get the hell out of my cell, recruit, lest ye be spending another day in there." Zopzer might have been a "slow" Hobgoblin, but he wasn't completely dumb. He quickly made his way out of the cell and turned to the Sergeant. "I free?", muttered Zopzer. "Free as a raptorbird. Don't know why the Emporer himself would take interest in a dumb, smelly recruit like you.. and I don't care. Now, get outta' here. I got shit to do besides chat you up all day." Zopzer boggled at what the guard had just told him, but he made his way out of the dungeon nonetheless. He peered into every cell that he passed wondering what might have come of his Goblin comrade, but Lahrag was in none of them. As he continued on his way towards his living quarters inside one of the crude recruit barracks he bagan to notice a substantial crowd moving out in one direction. He stopped one of the other soldiers and asked where everyone was going. "Where do you think, guy?", the soldier replied in a snobby tone. "Wages are dispersed today." Zopzer paused dead in his tracks as an internal conflict began to wage heavily within him: Go crash back out on his bunk or stand in line for hours for his meager pay. He thought of his rusted and battered sword and how hard it was to handle in combat because of its cumbersome and poor design. Perhaps a new one could improve the quality of his performance in training. Or at least a little work on his old one, depending on the wages he would get. As a recruit, he was expected to acquire his own weaponry and any armor he could muster. Maintenance was of course his responsibility as well. So he waited in the long line until he finally collected his meager wages and headed out into the city to find a smithy who might service his weapon for a reasonable price. He wandered slowly through the streets, a bit lost in his new surroundings. He moved through the slave market, peering around every corner hoping to see a sign or anything directing him to one of the local armorsmiths. The streets were crowded with new recruits, weathered soldiers, and sell-swords alike. Zopzer heard the distinct pounding of steel on iron in the distance and set out towards it. As he rounded a corner to head down a small side street that he hoped would turn out to be a shortcut, he bumped into a cloaked figure with it's hood pulled down low. The figure kept moving, but Zopzer paused momentarily, snarling under his breath at the carelessness of whoever that was. His anger lasted only a minute, and he turned back down the small side street. Only now his pocket felt a lot lighter. It took him only moments to realize he'd just had his wages boosted straight out of pocket. He turned and peered out into the crowd of people bustling back and forth when he spotted that same cloaked figure from moments ago bee-lining away from him. Anger set in heavily again and he quickly took off after the quick moving person. Most of the people moving around him hardly noticed the chase in progress, but a few seemed to be staring now at the hideous Hobgoblin running full speed through the crowds. Zopzer began to think he would lose the figure in the crowded streets and with it his hard earned wages. He yelled for someone to stop the person, but before he could finish his sentence, a large Baaz stepped from what seemed out of nowhere and slammed a heavy club into the figure's face. The "club-to-face" action had a nasty looking clothesline affect and planted the cloaked person immediately on their back. The draconian simply nodded towards Zopzer and disappeared as quickly as he'd came. Zopzer, now panting for air from the persuit, lumbered up to the downed figure and pulled back the long hood. The creature was an ugly, female Half-Elf. Easily enraged, Zopzer's blood boiled at this point. He rooted through the girl's pockets till he found his wages, and then stood directly over the unconscious halfing. A grin slowly crept over his face as he decided to take more than just his wages back. He looked around to see if anyone paid him any attention, and not suprisingly, they didn't. Bending down quickly, he pulled the girl into a nearby alley and began to rip every article of clothing from her body. Just as he began to undo his trousers, a deafening horn began to sound back at the camp. Zopzer paused and looked in the direction of the horn, then back down at the naked body of the thief that had just tried to steal his hard earned copper. Remembering the harsh conditions of the cell he had woke up in, he leaned down to the ear of the Half-Elf... "Till we meet again.." Author: Zopzer Date: Mon Sep 28 07:34:31 2009 Subject Eye For An Eye Zopzer woke slowly from a surprisingly good sleep. He yawned, stretched, and sat up on the hard, stone floor -- a bit dazed... a bit confused. Looking around was all it took to jar him from his sleepy stupor as he immediately noticed the cannibalized corpse lying in the corner of the small cell. He licked his lips and could taste still the dried blood crusted around his mouth. He was damp from the wet floor and smelled of something worse than death. The events that had transcribed the day before were enough to wear out the young solider-in-training. He didn't remember much past when the Emporer had so easily sent him into a bloodlusting rage. Zopzer stood as one of the Sergeants on duty fumbled around with a rather large and loud set of keys till he found just the one he was looking for. The door opened with a *clank* and the Sergeant motioned for Zopzer to exit. A bit confused as to what exactly was going on at this point, Zopzer hesitated for a moment in silence. The Sergeant motioned again in a more exagerated manner saying, "Get the hell out of my cell, recruit, lest ye be spending another day in there." Zopzer might have been a "slow" Hobgoblin, but he wasn't completely dumb. He quickly made his way out of the cell and turned to the Sergeant. "I free?", muttered Zopzer. "Free as a raptorbird. Don't know why the Emporer himself would take interest in a dumb, smelly recruit like you.. and I don't care. Now, get outta' here. I got shit to do besides chat you up all day." Zopzer boggled at what the guard had just told him, but he made his way out of the dungeon nonetheless. He peered into every cell that he passed wondering what might have come of his Goblin comrade, but Lahrag was in none of them. As he continued on his way towards his living quarters inside one of the crude recruit barracks he bagan to notice a substantial crowd moving out in one direction. He stopped one of the other soldiers and asked where everyone was going. "Where do you think, guy?", the soldier replied in a snobby tone. "Wages are dispersed today." Zopzer paused dead in his tracks as an internal conflict began to wage heavily within him: Go crash back out on his bunk or stand in line for hours for his meager pay. He thought of his rusted and battered sword and how hard it was to handle in combat because of its cumbersome and poor design. Perhaps a new one could improve the quality of his performance in training. Or at least a little work on his old one, depending on the wages he would get. As a recruit, he was expected to acquire his own weaponry and any armor he could muster. Maintenance was of course his responsibility as well. So he waited in the long line until he finally collected his meager wages and headed out into the city to find a smithy who might service his weapon for a reasonable price. He wandered slowly through the streets, a bit lost in his new surroundings. He moved through the slave market, peering around every corner hoping to see a sign or anything directing him to one of the local armorsmiths. The streets were crowded with new recruits, weathered soldiers, and sell-swords alike. Zopzer heard the distinct pounding of steel on iron in the distance and set out towards it. As he rounded a corner to head down a small side street that he hoped would turn out to be a shortcut, he bumped into a cloaked figure with it's hood pulled down low. The figure kept moving, but Zopzer paused momentarily, snarling under his breath at the carelessness of whoever that was. His anger lasted only a minute, and he turned back down the small side street. Only now his pocket felt a lot lighter. It took him only moments to realize he'd just had his wages boosted straight out of pocket. He turned and peered out into the crowd of people bustling back and forth when he spotted that same cloaked figure from moments ago bee-lining away from him. Anger set in heavily again and he quickly took off after the quick moving person. Most of the people moving around him hardly noticed the chase in progress, but a few seemed to be staring now at the hideous Hobgoblin running full speed through the crowds. Zopzer began to think he would lose the figure in the crowded streets and with it his hard earned wages. He yelled for someone to stop the person, but before he could finish his sentence, a large Baaz stepped from what seemed out of nowhere and slammed a heavy club into the figure's face. The "club-to-face" action had a nasty looking clothesline affect and planted the cloaked person immediately on their back. The draconian simply nodded towards Zopzer and disappeared as quickly as he'd came. Zopzer, now panting for air from the persuit, lumbered up to the downed figure and pulled back the long hood. The creature was an ugly, female Half-Elf. Easily enraged, Zopzer's blood boiled at this point. He rooted through the girl's pockets till he found his wages, and then stood directly over the unconscious halfing. A grin slowly crept over his face as he decided to take more than just his wages back. He looked around to see if anyone paid him any attention, and not suprisingly, they didn't. Bending down quickly, he pulled the girl into a nearby alley and began to rip every article of clothing from her body. Just as he began to undo his trousers, a deafening horn began to sound back at the camp. Zopzer paused and looked in the direction of the horn, then back down at the naked body of the thief that had just tried to steal his hard earned copper. Remembering the harsh conditions of the cell he had woke up in, he leaned down to the ear of the Half-Elf... "Till we meet again.." OOC: We fought, I won. Because of some mitigating circumstances, I looted all of the pathetic crap (even for a newbie) from the corpse. Everything, plus some, was later returned in order to avoid further temper tantrums. Eiron and I now maintain a healthy relationship similar to that of predator and prey. Author: Zopzer Date: Wed Sep 30 01:34:09 2009 Subject Etilyn: First Impressions The sergeant's orders were explicit this time, made all the more clear with the threat of a good whipping if they were not followed. It was a simple mission, track and capture. We tracked for several days outside the city of Palanthas for any weak targets that could easily be wrangled into submission. Afterall, we needed them alive. It didn't take long before Zopzer, Lahrag, and the small patrol of goblins crossed a rather undefended and small keep. Nothing Lahrag couldn't sneak through, with his extraordinary thieving skills he scouted out the entire perimeter. Before long he and Zopzer had broken into the building. It looked deserted at that hour. Upon entering the foyer, they both paused at the sound of movement in an adjacent room. Zopzer quickly motioned for Lahrag to make his presence unknown before hurrying into a small closet. Zopzer heard slow footsteps enter the foyer but could see nothing inside the dark closet. Then a muffled and almost inaudible sound came from outside the closet. To Zopzer's surprise, the door opened immediately following the odd noises. Lahrag stood in front of the closet and whispered, "Me got her. All done. We go now, Zopzer?" Still surprised, Zopzer stepped slowly over to the now unconscious victim. She wore little clothing and almost no armor so her rank within the Brotherhood was unclear. Zopzer nudged the woman's leg -- no response. He then remembered being interrupted with the young female in Sanction. He wouldn't let an opportunity get away from him again. He turned and grinned at Lahrag. "They let females fight now...", Zopzer said with a hideous smile. "Watch the door, Lahrag... this could take a while." Zopzer grabbed the girl by the hair and drug her into the bedroom she had come out of. Just as Zopzer began to unbutton his trousers, Lahrag popped into the door. "Must go now, Zopzer!", Lahrag said almost yelling. "Many Knights come our way down the path!" "Damn!", Zopzer growled. He quickly gathered his things, along with a few of the girl's, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "We'll meet again sweet thang..." OOC: Looted an Undead's Touch, Elder's Pride, and a meager amount of coin. Tried to give it back after yet another "emo-fit" but said fit-thrower was being stubborn and wouldn't accept it. Oh well, I tried. Author: Zopzer Date: Tue Dec 22 21:04:04 2009 Subject A Lost HA This is a short: While making my rounds around our newly acquired City of Palanthas, a large skirmish erupted near the palace. It appeared that a small contigent of Knights were attempting to retake a foothold in the city via the Palace. I immediately charged north to the sounds of metal on metal. Among the Knights was the same High Archmage I'd found snooping around in the Plains. I guessed he was here to help restore the balance. He failed this task, as he was unable to concentrate enough during the thick skirmish surrounding him. I quickly pushed my way through the soldiers and guards and came around behind him. Already in a weakened state, it didn't take long before he fell by the heavy blows of my hammer. Shortly after, the fighting died out as the "invaders" had all been struck down or fled to regroup. The entire DA occupying force was on edge as night fell... not even a whisper could be heard.

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