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 worn book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Okar' scribed in grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Okar's book..


Author: Okar Date: Wed Mar 10 01:17:14 2010 Subject (BG) A New Life. A New Beginning. Okar's life is a huge mystery, one he is still trying to figure out himself. This is because only three short years ago, he awoke in the plains of Abanasinia with complete and total amnesia. Remembering nothing of his life before, he wandered, stopping between the tribes, asking if anyone knew or remembered him, but his quest was in vain. And since most of the barbarians distrusted outsiders, he was an outcast, even when allowed to settle. He spent many months camped by himself, searching his mind for the answers that never came. But during this self imposed exile, he began to gain wisdom and some insight into the natural world around him. Late one night, he awoke with a bash to the face, and standing over him were several goblins, others were ransacking his things, and out of instinct or subconcious knowlege coming back, he reacted with blinding speed and strength. They stood little chance as he made quick work of them. There was only one left, cowering and begging in an unknown tongue, and again something of a memory came back. He could not kill it defenseless. So he gave it a good kick and it ran away. He realized there were inate skills in him, something natural or learned but forgotten in whatever caused him to lose his memory. So he began to practice his unarmed combat, but also develope his mind. Many an hour he would spend in silent meditation, finding balance in his mind, and trying to remember his past. And finally he came upon Tantallon. A small remote town in the Eastwall Mountains. It was much different than the barbarians, having a more civilized culture, as it was ruled by a Solamnic lord. He became an apprentice to the local leather smith, and excelled in tanning and curing hides, fashioning them into armors, but also quite detailed bags, and even exotic etched leather art. He had done an enormous stretched leather mural of a beautiful Vallenwood tree, a true masterpiece, when a local man stopped by. He told him it reminded him of Zivilyn, The god of Wisdom, also called the Tree of Life. And so Okar found as much reading material as possible on the wise god, and talked to those who knew about his worship. Did he create the mural subconciously or was Zivilyn calling to him. He just knew instinctively that this diety was his destiny. And this is how he began to worship him. Three years later, having developed a strict code of conduct and a balanced lifestyle, coupled with a devout respect and reverence for Zivilyn, he knew it was time to venture out into the world. He would find the answers to his past, now having the tools to cope with whatever he would find. And he wanted to find others who were as devout to the God's as himself. And so now his true adventure begins. And he knows that no matter what happens, he has been given grace and wisdom to see it through. Indeed a new start. A new beginning.

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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 832 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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