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

From the pages of Clive's book..

Author: Clive Date: Sun Sep 26 19:20:39 2010 Subject Rituals Born out of Palanthas, Clive grew up a disturbed boy. In his youth he was a chunky kid and in that he grew up to be a very plump man. Never going outside much during the day his skin became very pale and his eyes very dark. As he grew up he got tired of the law abiding citizens of palanthas and the solamnic knights throwing their law around. He often went to the outskirts of palanthas to kill the farmers livestock. He enjoyed watching them lying within inches of death. After weeks of this practice the farmers came together to kill what they thought was a demon from what they saw left of their dead animals. He enjoyed watching them lying within inches of death. After weeks of this practice the farmers came together to kill what they thought was a demon from what they saw left of their dead animals. They caught him in the middle of one of his rituals. All of them ganging together overtook him and beat him to unconsciousness. When Clive awoke he found he was on a ship that had already set sail. Bloodied and bruised he looked around confused. Standing up he walked over to a sailor and asked, 'Whats going on? Where are we going? How did I get here?' The sailor just looked at him and pointed to a man standing near the bow of the ship. Clive walked over to him and the man grinned. Clive looked at him and demanded to know what was going on. The man said, 'Well, well, Finally you wake up. Been out for a day now. The farmers you've been terrorizing were nice enough to pay for your trip to sanction. Guess they had enough of you.' Clive looked confused and his head was swimming in every direction from the rocking of the ship. He leaned against the rail and threw up. The captain laughed, 'Seems like your going to have a fun ride.' Chuckling to himself he walked aft and into his cabin. Between throwing up and sleeping clive did nothing else save drink some water the entire journey to Sanction. Finally pilling into the harbor he got off and wandered the streets of Sanction happy to finally be on land. He made his way into a inn asking for a place to sleep. With no money the innkeeper he could work with his cook till he found another job. He soon started his rituals again, but now in Sanction he moved on from livestock to people and creatures wandering drunk in the alleyways of Sanction. He would mutilate them and listen to their wishes to stop and spare their lives. In the end he would always watch them die slowly, smiling with delight as he spread their reminds outside of Sanction in his own private graveyard. Keeping their finger bones and trinkets. Soon he found herbs and other ways to poison his victims and then heal them only to torture them again and finally killing them when he was done hearing their cries for help. Wanting to know more of the ways of the healing and cursing he was trying to create. Wanting to know more of the power of destruction he stopped staying at the end and went to the Neraka to see what he could find.

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Astinus says 'There are 35 authors starting with the letter C who have stories in the Palanthas library.'