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

From the pages of Celuvan's book..

Author: Celuvan Date: Fri Nov 6 13:07:07 2009 Subject Snakes in the Desert Hot shifting sands burn Cel's feet as he surveys the vast dry desert. The sun at it's peak renders one's vision in haze and subjects the mind to illusions. Thinking that there's nothing Cel can do but to hide under the sands and wait for the day to end he retired to his dugged hole. The rest of the militia did the same so ordered by a captain up front and passed down the line. Ill equip and thirsty the ragtag militia giving it all for the queen and country do what they can to survive the heat. Things go through Cel's mind as he lay half buried, questions like "what the hell they are doing here?" and so on. Rumors have it that the missing Emperor was found somewhere in an oasis others say a big battle is soon to come. Whatever it is time will reveal later on, Cel concentrated to what is needed to be done and that is to keep hydrated and shaded. It's been days since they started the trek to the desert and the militia's supply is almost gone. If a battle is at the end of this journey then it will have to be quick and decisive a campaign will kill both sides as there is nothing to survive on this place. The wind blows and with it sand slowly burrying the men a refreshing reprieve from the heat the day will soon end. Author: Celuvan Date: Mon Nov 16 15:11:57 2009 Subject The Calm Before a Storm Sand rolled over Celuvan while slowly loosing consciousness. The heat has taken it's toll on his body and on his mind. Only a small number of men was left from the long dessert trek. All of them dying as the sun is setting over the horizon. To weak to do anything but wait for death to come Celuvan drifts to sleep hoping that it all ends in slumber. Dying gasps and lurching can be heard all over the last camp. The Militia defeated not by another army but by forces of nature. Small scorpions and other nocturnal creatures move in for the kill or a feast. Water splashed suddenly on Celuvan's face and wakes him from his surrender. He slowly rubbed his eyes and tasted the water knowing that it is real. He turns to a small humanoid holding a canteen extended to him. Cel grabbed the canteen and quaffed long and hard until every part of his body recieve the much needed nourishment. His strength returning he stood up slowly and gave a weak salute to the goblin officer. This is not just any goblin officer but a legendary one and deserves respect and Cel did and gave the best thank you he can give a salute. "Steady now boy, gather the last few humans here and head to Sanction." the officer said. Looking all over the camp an army of goblins help those who can stand up and delivered final blows to those who cant. Only a handful was lucky enough to be called by Cel to fall in line and prepare to march. The goblin army quickly vanish into the night leaving the revived troops on their own. The goblin officer gave Cel a torn uniform of a Dragonarmy soldier and told the rest of the survivors to follow Cel while pointing at the Queen's symbol. He gave Cel a strong slap on the face so that his eyes focused on him, the offcer peered through them. Seeing that Cel will be okey he pushed back the man bigger than him and followed his own troops. Celuvan turned to his own men looked at the st ars and headed to Sanction. Author: Celuvan Date: Thu Nov 19 05:31:16 2009 Subject Warband of Snakes Rain started to fall as Cel and his men double their pace towards Sanction. From the sky above lightning flashed a huge silhoutte appeared. A Blue dragon and rider swooped low over the running men then circled back up to dark clouds. Cel breathe a sigh of relief and thankful for the uniform bearing the armies markings without it they could have been blasted to ashes. They continued the hard run until they reached the gates, guards letting them in and directing them where to go. The gate Cel entered was not so busy, after a few side streets they reached a wide avenue. Horns blaring and officers shouting commands filled the air, all manner of men beast and goblinkind rushed back and forth preparing for war. A Captain seeing Cel's lost face directed him to a huge tent nearby, he nodded and follow where the captain was pointing at. As he neared Cel recognize that it was a supply tent, he turns to his men to fall in line ang grab what they need. Not far from the supply tent is a gazeebo Cel walked towards it planning to grab a quick rest. All manner of maps and journals spread over a table inside the gazeebo. Cel stepped back seeing that it was occupied by officers slowly turns away. From the gazeebo a loud voice called Cel, he followed and went inside. A Subcommander barked orders at Cel saying to take his men to a place on the map. Glancing at it Cel knows where it is and nod in affirmation to the loud officer. He was then dismissed and told to obey and wait for missives in the following days. Cel saluted the officer and went back to the supply tent. Cel didnt notice that the torn uniform he was wearing belonged to a lieutenant most probably dead in the desert. He knew the men who survived the dessert and ran with him to sanction. Cel thinking to might as well lead them to war and form this tiny warband into something useful for the Queen. He looked up to dark skies, lightning flashed the dragon and his rider circling above. A plan forming in Cel's mind he looked at his men all battle ready, grabbed a new set of uniform and ordered the men to move out. Author: Celuvan Date: Tue Nov 24 03:34:24 2009 Subject Eye of the Storm Dawn was breaking wen Cel and his men reached a low grassy foothill some feet a way from a sheer wall of stone to his final destination. The men rest a little then prepared a light breakfast of bread and cheese with hot draconian tea. After eating they prepared their climbing gear and began their slow but steady ascent up Swordwall. A natural cliff face that acts as a barrier from any land movement coming from the northwest direction. Beyond the cliff is a valley, a battleground that needs to be secured. If captured by the enemy it will give them a strategic advantage over the low lying areas around it. Draconians are a much preferred unit to this place because in an event of a retreat they can glide down the Swordwall with their wings. For humans it's fight to the death or jump over the cliff and be pierced by sharp rocks below the wall. By noon the warband reached the valley below then prepared a camp on the south end of the battleground. When the men started to settle in the camp Cel ordered the men to move out. The young soldiers tired and weary were confused by the order, a few veterans shook their heads and smiled. The whole camp is intended as a lure for a trap large enough for an entire company of salamis. Cel pointed to the east incline where a treeline can be seen, the men understood everything the confusion gone in an instant. Cel and his men dug their own trenches by the tree roots, the whole warband hidden from view. Scouts were ordered to watched over the valley entrance a few soldiers left in the camp to tend a huge warm fire. Celuvan after days of travel and preparations finally got his sleep. War rage all across the land, the Dragonarmies scored victory after victory. The Solamnics and their allies ran away like frightened children from a five headed dragon that will devour them if they got caught. An uncanny cooperation was with the five colors of the Queen, hope and luck that it will last. Author: Celuvan Date: Wed Nov 25 10:00:39 2009 Subject When Courage Fails The night was peaceful, all men in Cel's warband slept well in their trenches even the sentries got a fare share of rest. Scouts stationed at the valley entrance returned with no news of any enemy sightings. Cel ordered the men in the trenches to be at ease and have their meals but be at a ready in a momments notice. It was noon when orders from Sanction came that Cel and his men are to move back to the city. Cel did not question the order there's nothing here anyway a march to Sanction means they will have to pass Neraka. A chance to see family and have a decent meal before moving on to the cauldron. While preparing for the march back a group of scouts from another company came running with news. They reported that a huge army of Solamnics are headed straight towards Sanction. So huge and so fast that the enemy trampled blockades and sentries so adamant and courageous. Somehow this army manage to evade the huge forces of the Dragonarmies heading for Palanthas. The scouts took a quick rest then went on their way to relay the news to headquearters. So much for passing by Neraka Cel thought they will have to make it all way back passing through secret passageways if they were to meet this enemy. Cel left the Swordwall battlegrounds, it seems the place will not have any tales to tell in this war. The quickest path to sanction is ingrained in every soldier in Cel's warband a simple command to move is all that is needed for the march to beg in. Cel casually chatted with his men as they march arguing if the enemy was brave or foolish in coming to Sanction. The veterans argued that it was foolish because first of all Sanction is not level ground the way will sap a mans energy before he comes to a fight. The rookies argued that these maybe young men like them, terrain does not matter at all. All had a good laugh while marching, morale all high, like the eye of the storm over them and everything is still calm. Cel thought went to the enemy's general, no doubt that he is courageous. He wonder what master plan the enemy has for them to pull off such a brave move. Only the gods can answer these questions, men can only ponder. Nightfall and Sanction is ablaze with torches and mage light horns blaring men and beasts moving in and out. Cel' s warband positioned themselves on the west side of Sanction. They watched while they rest and waited for Cel to return from headquarters for what their role will be in this coming battle. All around the sheer cliffs and walls traps are being set, boulders rolled and huge hot cauldrons positioned on key points. Columns of men arrived and formed near the small Warband men who lost command joined the group and were made known, squaring the block increasing Cel's numbers. They will stay here until the enemy shows it's bold face waiting for the horns to signal their move waiting for the traps to be sprung. to be continued... Author: Celuvan Date: Sun Dec 6 13:19:33 2009 Subject Wounded Knee Cool calm winds blew over his triumphant and smiling face as the Emperor of Palanthas looked over his new balcony overlooking the harbor. Lazily docking on his port is a huge black galley bearing the Dragonarmy flag and Luerk's personal colors. Satisfied at what he saw the Emperor took a deep breath and turned around his smile vanishing his thoughts on new things to do and things to finish. Gracefully the Emperor raise his left hand then snapped his wrist palm open, the doors to the balcony shut close the room became dark. Dropping his stretched arm slowly a portal sparked wide open in front of him, looking straight at the gaping nexus of magical energy the Emperor walked in. Across the continent to a place near home Celuvan and his army are chasing of the running invaders. Skirmishes broke out across Neraka as the Solamnics made a fighting retreat, to where? only the gods know. Some of the once proud Knights now hide in small towns and mountains while others chose to die on the battlefield. Celuvan took a knee and watched as five of his men circled a young solamnic knight still eager to fight. The knight of the crown turned and turned keeping an eye on all the men surrounding him. His shield up and a bloody sword poised to strike still in defiance refusing to surrender. Soldiers of the Queen taunted and spat on the knight, poking him whenever he turns to a different direction. From nowhere an arrow struck the young knight's neck, blood spurted as the tip pierces a huge vain. Celuvan looked behind him and saw one of his scouts readying another arrow. The knight dropped like a rock after another arrow hit the same spot where the first one had pierced. Celuvan smirked and reached for his canteen as he surveyed the field. The day is almost at an end and night fast approaching the last rays of the sun fading away from blood soaked grounds. Celuvan told his men to stop the chase and retreat for the night. He never noticed that his knee was bleeding until one of his soldiers pointed it out. Grabbing his canteen Cel went near a fire and cleaned his bleeding knee, he looked around wondering where he received the cut. When he was done dressing the wound Cel grabbed his torch and went over the place where he remembered taking a knee. Carefully rummaging his fingers over the spot he felt something slightly burried in the ground. Picking the hard metal object he blew of some of the dirt and examined the object. It was a clasp with an intricate embossed design of a crown, kingfisher and sword over a rose with razor sharp petals. Cel judged that it might be worth keeping because of it's heft and metal quality. The night was cold but the fires kept the men warm and their spirits high. Songs and tales of victory were sung and told, wine passed around. News spread that Palanthas belongs to the Dragonarmies and the war almost at an end. Cel returned to his fire and checked his already swelling knee, this will be painful for a couple of days he thought.

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