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 tattered paperback to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Francois' scribed in dull black ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Francois's book..


Author: Francois Date: Tue Oct 27 15:33:05 2015 Subject The path to The Path

To me growing up in our country villa was the all a boy could dream of... Being able to sneak off from lessons to explore the great "forests" to the north of the stables, digging out dams in the small stream east of the labourers cottages or even just taking my pony out for rides in the ripening fields or between the vines but my older sibling only complained about how they were missing the high society parties and balls and other, to me, meaningless activities that noble children had to engage in. In between my brothers going off and joining mercenary bands associated to the Knights of Solamnia and my eldest sisters marrying into other minor noble families I was largely ignored, free to do as I pleased, except when I got into fights with my siblings over their abuse of the woodland creatures. I was never the best with a bow and arrow or particularly good at tracking but when I went out with Thomas, the Head Gamekeeper, I could always tell him where the best places were to lie in waiting to shoot the best buck or I'd lead him to the sick animals in need of culling. Thomas seemed to understand and trust how I could do these things but there were other members of staff who were a lot more superstitious and it eventually came to a head just before my thirteenth birthday. They had managed to rile up the local village and they descended on the farm with pitchforks and hoes and other implements they could get their hands on as weapons and demanded I be handed over to be tried for witchcraft. It was only through my father's ability to deal with crowds of people that I lived through that night. They negotiated an alternative settlement, I would be taken to the local monastery where I would held as an initiate under guidance of the Head Priest. I spent the next five years of my life isolated from my family, living in the monastery among the holy men, monks, clerics and scholars. I learned of the writing of the Triumvirate and not too surprisingly it was the teachings of Habbakuk that held my attention above all the others. In my free time I still managed to slip off into the surrounding woods to spend time contemplating their wonder and beauty. I should have expected it when it happened but it came as a surprise when, early one morning before prayers, the Abbot approached me to inform me that my stay at the monastery was over. I had a week to pack my belongings and leave. He also gave me a letter from my father, dated five years before and said it had been given to him then with instructions to hand it over on this day. I had to read it a few times to really be sure there wasnt a hidden meaning in it. Not only that but the letter had been rolled and kept in its roll sealed with his seal over a ribbon which hid my great grandfather's signet ring. It was mine now and along with it the families pledge to handover one child per generation to the Knighthood. I was to follow in my great grandfathers footsteps, literally, and travel the path he did to join the Knights of Solamnia



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Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.


Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Falkore
Farin
Feirn
Felix
Felspar

Fennris
Firewyne
Fjara
Flubig
Francois

Frank
Frappy
Freenza
Friggy
Frumpo

Fulgin
Furax

Astinus says 'There are 17 authors starting with the letter F who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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