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 brief catalogue to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Danyll' scribed in faded yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Danyll's book..


Author: Danyll Date: Sat Jun 27 04:37:51 2015 Subject Reunions, Big Plans.

Cities are necessary evils. Sometimes, when you need things done, you need to go where people gather. This was what Danyll was here for today, He was putting into motion something that could change everything. Walking into the temple courtyard, he made his way around the community dumping ground where people left their handouts for the poor and made his way to the old Minotaur in the corner. He approached respectfully leaning close to whisper something in his ear. he then pulled a small pouch from his belt and dropped it into the wizards waiting hand. and with a mutual nod Danyll walked back the way he came. *** Three days later *** Danyll walked into the bar on the outskirts of Solanthus. He kept his hood up, though it did little to hide his heritage. He moved to the far end of the bar, nearest the wall and leaned his back against it. Surveying the room, he saw what he was looking for. Twitch He was Danylls halfbreed cousin, with a volcanic temper that had elven patience behind it. Also, Twitch was very useful when his goals lined up with Danylls own. Today Danyll brought news about an idea stemming from his brief run in with the Wildrunners in Qualinesti earlier this year. They had the right Idea, but they were too rigid. What Danyll needed where cohorts, Soldiers who thought for themselves taking only the goal from the leadership. Malache, or Twitch as he had taken to calling him in the early years of his life, had sat with him for several hours in Palanthas discussing the things he had learned. Now they had a plan. Suddenly his view of the room was cut short by a fat man in clothes that fit poorly for as much as they had to have cost him. The man stepped one step into Danylls personal space and said, I know what you are under that hood Boy. We don't need your pointy eared kind stinking up our city. so why don't you just leave. Danyll sighed, and in flawless common said, You don't want what you think you want from this encounter. You Think you want to make yourself look like a big man in front of your friends, but what you Should want, is to escape with your life. As it stands, that is not certain, however if you empty your purse on the counter here and walk away, I will forget your rudeness. The man flustered and puffed up his chest Why you insolent little Danyll was not standing where he had been, he was beside the man, taking his hand and slamming his head down on the bar once...twice..three times, he took the now well concussed man and shoved him towards Twitches table, but not before lifting the mans money pouch and dropping it into his own.. That should get his attention.



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