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 an enormous book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Thalor' scribed in rich brown ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Thalor's book..


Author: Thalor Date: Sun Mar 4 20:26:08 2018 Subject Some Kind of Progress

The past months had been interesting. That was the only word that seemed fitting. Good would have been too strong. Miserable wasn't right either - there was misery, but it was spread out, and interspersed with moments of small triumph. When I had reached the Knights I had found myself greeted by a bear of a man. While I am by no means small, he was...there really aren't any words to describe it. He was certainly not what I pictured when listening to father's tales. He reminded me of none of the knights whom I had met when they came to the family keep. Still, odd as he was, he was a man of honor, strength, duty. Once could respect a man like this. He listened to my short tale of family woe and there was stern kindness there. I had missed the assault on Schallsea and the skirmishes with the Dragonarmies. I cursed the lack of opportunity to prove myself. Still, there would be other fights, other foes (and more of the same). I made myself as useful as possible during this lull. Although little to no fighting occurred, I aided in the recuperation and rebuilding efforts where I could. I had little skill in healing, but I found my abilities being used elsewhere. I was at home in the forest. I had the knowledge and strength to gather herbs, chop and haul timber, or hunt. I had experience in carpentry and masonry, and the keen eyes of a hunter which made keeping watch almost trivial. Between these tasks, daily prayer, and the continued honing of my skills with both blade and bow, the days were full. To be honest, the mundanity of it was welcome after the slaughter of my family. The repetitive tasks kept me busy and allowed me some relief from the full weight of that misery. Unfortunately, the business was also tempered with the knowledge that although I could see my own abilities improving, I did not find myself rising through the ranks quite as quickly as I (or my father) had hoped. Still, I dealt with the state of things, my time would come.



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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 832 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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