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 worn book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Jukar' scribed in glowing grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Jukar's book..

Author: Jukar Date: Tue Jul 15 23:44:53 2008 Subject Conversion pt. 1 It had started with a simple request. A request from a petty White Robe apprentice to the most powerful Black Robed magic-user in all of Krynn, Jendaron Mer-Kel. Seemingly an odd move, Jukar Banthalomos of the Whites, met with the High Archmage i n the Hall of Mages. As a follower of Solinari, or atleast a would-be follower, Jukar had never seen the Black Moon, but he knew of it's presence. Simple questions were the basis of this meeting, but so much more came from it. Hello, apprentice. What is it you wished to speak with me about? Were the first words uttered by Jendaron, enough to captivate the attention of the lowly White Robe. Jendaron had stepped from nothingness, appearing in a demonstration of the magic granted to him by his Black god. Stunned by the display of power, though it was not exactly much more than a flashy entrance. It took a minute for Jukar to respond, though it seemed like a much longer time. High Archmage, thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice. I will not take much of your time as I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to than talking to a simple White Robed apprentice. Choosing his words carefully, Jukar exhibits a great amount of respect for the High Archmage, both due to his position and the nature of his upcoming questioning. Still in relative awe of being in the presence of arguably one of the most powerful magic-users alive, Jukar moves slowly and quietly to take a seat on a bench. He takes a moment or two to gather his thoughts, looking up to see Jendaron waiting patiently for further talking. I have often wondered about the Black moon, High Archmage. I do not see it, the same as every other person on Krynn, save the beloved of Nuitari. But I know it is there. This fascinates me. I have chosen the path of Solinari myself, as is expe cted of nearly everyone from my native Silvanesti. We are a race of good. But why? Why do we have to be good? Do not the other Gods wish to have Elven blood among their worshippers? I believe so. He stands again, getting into the stride of his speech, feeling more and more at ease as he speaks of Nuitari. There is an admiration within this poor Apprentice for the Dark Prince of Magic, a yearning to behold his glory. Jendaron must sense th is, or atleast have the intelligence to pick it up within the young elf's words, for he speaks once more after Jukar finishes. Take my hand, Apprentice. You want to see what Nuitari is about? You want to know about my Black god? So be it. Take my hand and I will show you the wonders of Nuitari and his absolute power. Jukar blinks a few times, unsure of what to do for a moment. He recovers, however, extending his hand and grasping Jendaron's. In an instant, the room fades to black and the duo seemingly leaves the Tower of Wayreth. And they are transported stra ight to Jukar's homeland of Silvanesti and to be more precise: Silvanost. But not the Silvanost of memory, for the grand capital of the Silvanesti nation burns. The city is engulfed by flame, its citizens laying strewn about...slaughtered. A bit away from the border of the city, a single Black Robe stands. Silvanost burns at the hands of this Black Robe, or atleast he has some part of it. The mysterious figure nods once, flipping back the hood of his robes, revealing the distinct, pointe d ears of an elf. You have seen the power of Nuitari, for he crafted this image for you at my request, along with my aid. You are to continue with your studying, but with added instruction. You are to pray to Nuitari, offer yourself to him body and spirit and y ou will see the Black Moon. And with that, you will wear the Black Robes in place of your White. Good-bye Apprentice, until I hear from you.

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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 25 authors starting with the letter J who have stories in the Palanthas library.'