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 massive tome bound in dragonskin to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gorin' scribed in deep purple ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Gorin's book..
Author: Gorin
Date: Wed Mar 25 06:30:28 2009
Subject Gorin's Travels
The wind whistled through Solace, causing the great Vallenwoods to groan
under the onslaught. Gorin peered at the sign at the base of the wooden
walkway that read:
"The Inn of the Last Home"
"Hrmph. Well, let's hope they have a decent glass of ale."
He glanced up at the walkway that still swayed in the evening breeze.
"Bloody trees. A dwarf belongs on the damn ground." He sighed and began to
trudge up the long walkway.
As he eased open the door to the inn, a wall of light and sound struck him
an almost physical blow. The common room of the treetop inn was filled with
people. Gorin forced his way through the throng, towards the bar.
"Ale, " He said, slapping a coin on the bar as the overweight man behind the
bar stepped over. The man nodded and made the coin disappear in the same
motion that he set a mug of dark ale on the bar. He had been sitting at the
bar for a few ales before a hand clamped on his shoulder and he was spun
around, to face one of the ugliest Neidar dwarves he had ever seen.
"Well, if it isn't a Theiwar! And look at that boys, he's drinking our ale!"
Laughter echoed around Gorin, and he saw that there were several Neidar
dwarves standing around him. His head was only mildly fuzzy from the ale,
but it had been a long day of travel, and he didn't like being in this
treetop inn. He slammed his right fist into the laughing Neidar's face,
shouting words of magic as he did so.
His hand struck the laughing dwarf, and apparantly burst into flames. Both
his hands now apparently on fire, he turned and started striking out at the
other Neidar dwarves. The flames were just an illusion, and he didn't even
believe that any of the onlookers had gotten a good look. It was a small
trick, but all he had been able to think of.
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur for Gorin, but he woke up the
next morning outside of the town with a ringing headache, and brused
knuckles. His lips were both smashed to a gory mush and his right arm wasn't
working quite right.
"What a day to meet some mages." He managed to get out through bloody lips
before turning, and walking away from solace, onward.
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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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The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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Astinus says '
There are 43 authors starting with the letter G
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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