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 massive tome bound in dragonskin to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Heremond' scribed in earth-colored yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Heremond's book..
Author: Heremond Date: Tue Oct 31 15:23:56 2017 Subject HSQ2017
Caramon broke into a sprint, or what passed as a sprint for him these days. He might have taken 20 steps before he started wheezing and then another 40 before he had to stop, leaning against the cavern wall, gasping for air. There wasn't much air to be had so far from the surface. Or was that just in his head? He couldn't think straight, dripping sweat that was probably more from his terror than his exhaustion. "This is definitely the last time I become a drunken slob and get thrown out of the house!" Caramon exclaimed in a terse whisper. Caramon still didn't understand how Tasslehoff had talked him into this. Sure, the last time he went on an adventure, he had traveled through time, talked his brother out of becoming a god and destroying the world, and returned home to Tika a new man, but how had he forgotten how painful calisthenics could be? Caramon's heart rate had become less frantic so that he could hear more than just his strained intakes of breath, and thank Fizban for the timing, because Caramon could now faintly hear the echoes of a slow tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He tried to take as silent of gulps of air as he could. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was getting louder. With his own lantern extinguished, there was no light in any direction. He started to feel along the cave walls, desperate for an escape, but he must have run into a dead end in his panic. Tap. Tap. Tap. No! Caramon wouldn't panic. He was a warrior. He was a Hero of the Lance! If he was going to die, then he was going to stare death in the face as she came. Tap. Tap. Tap. He slowly unsheathed his sword and inched himself towards the approaching sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. As best he could tell in the darkness, he had positioned himself with space to maneuver to all of his sides. This would have to do for his last stand. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was very close now, very very close. Tap. Tap. Tap. He raised his blade over his head and moved to swing it down on where he guessed his assailant must be. But the next tap never came, and then, suddenly, light. The suddenness of the illumination blinded Caramon, and as he raised his off-arm to shade his vision, he knew that he was dead. He would never see Tika and her beautiful red curls again. He despaired that her last memory of him would be of Caramon, the drunk. Dad, what are you doing? Caramon poked his head out from behind his arms. His eyes had adjusted the light enough to see his son Palin standing before him, bemused expression on his face, leaning heavily against his staff, the source of the tapping. "I'm, uhh..." was all that Caramon could reply. "Ugh, whatever. I didn't want to come camping with you, Tass, Tanin, and Sturm in the first place, and now you're making me wander through this maze of a cavern to find you. Can you just come back and set up our tent, so I can fall asleep and get this whole trip over with?" Right, Caramon thought. Teenagers. He could quit drinking when they were older.
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