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 manilla folder to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rhibbl' scribed in light grey ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Rhibbl's book..
Author: Rhibbl
Date: Sun Jul 15 19:27:31 2007
Subject Rhibbl Background
A small village is quietly nestled under tall, dark pine trees.
No light shines forth from any window, no fire is seen in the pits,
and no citizens can be seen moving around the streets or alleyways. In fact,
the entire village is cursed, and it all has to do with dark magic.
It happened quite early that morning. Three dark cloud wraiths swept
down upon the village and swallowed with their gaping mouths, anything alive.
An old, withered hag with wiry gray hair looks down at the cursed village.
She is standing on the crest of a large, snow covered mountain. The strong wind
makes her bony frame sway to it's violent rhythm. With an evil grin, she
cackles, while she proceeds to crick and contort her entire body. Her long,
green robe whips in unison with the wind.
She has travelled a long distance to be here, and a vision has brought her to
this point in time. The old hag also has no idea why she should seek out a
small child. The old hag only knows that the village is cursed and that
all the town inhabitants are gone. Her god, Morgion, asked her to complete
this task, or face certain death.
The old hag mutters quietly to a monkey bird hovering beside her.
"Fly down to that thar village. Seek out the weeee one and bring it back to
me, all in one piece. It will be wrapped in a dirty red sash, and hidden
in a chicken coop. Do not come back without the child AND the sash."
The hairy, brown monkey-bird cocks it's head to one side, and begins
to chatter loudly. After a quick hover in a wind stream, the monkey-bird
dives down in search of the not-yet-named humanoid, Rhibbl.
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He states simply 'You might start with that one.. or you could take a look at the latest story..'
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Revelation
by Paraske, posted on Sun Jun 9 10:01:11 2024.
A week later, the fishers pulled up there nets and didn't touch them
again. When Paraske asked why, they answered, "No (read more)....
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 871 books from Ansalon
from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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