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 pulp magazine to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Kailen' scribed in deep red ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Kailen's book..

Author: Kailen Date: Mon Dec 28 03:18:08 2009 Subject --=[The Drunken Maiden, Kalaman]=-- 'The Half-Elf snatched the tossed coinpurse out of the air. 'He's got zeal, I can tell you that much,' he said, casually slipping the pouch into one of the pockets on the inside of his robe. He was smoking one of those rolled up herbs, Thon-Thalas leaf, that was popular amongst the mariners. He puffed a few times on the blunt end of it, seemingly more interested in the smoky haze rising from the lit end than he was the information he was giving. 'I gave you three days, and a hell of a lot of coin for this information, so I would like to know more about him than that!' the assassin growled, his patience wearing thin. The half elf stared at the orange glow of the lit herb. As if he cared about nothing else on Krynn than the study of how that herb would burn. He then looked up to the assassin. 'His name is Kailen Mor'Tain. Solamnic, of course. Born in a run down shack in Harrowdown. His father was a knight, the real thing. A drunk, though. Wasn't exactly a great family man. Kailen's mother died of the gout when he was young, and it didn't sit right with his old man. Didn't get why Habbakuk could be so cruel when he'd been so faithful his whole life. He used to get belligerant on our poor little Kailen. The father--Gallandor...he was something of an oddity. He was a laughingstock to the Knights, a drunken fool, always crying about something. But he was a genius on the battlefield. He had some kind of second sight when it came to military's the reason the Knighthood looked past his, shall we say...moral ambiguities? Anyways...little Kailen was always trying to please Daddy, but things didn't always seem to go his way. He took to the Oath and the Measure like a duck to water. He was determined to be better than his old man, but he would never admit that to himself. He would just say he was trying to live out the ordeals of Vinas Solamnus. Oh, and don't get it twisted...the kid HATES magic. Considers it an abomination amongst most God fearing men. Men aren't meant to wield the powers of the Gods, he says. If you ask me...the kid's off his rocker.' 'I didn't pay for your opinion,' the assassin snarled. The half-elf shrugged. 'I know, that was just a bit of free advice. Like I said, he's got zeal. And come a second Cataclysm or high water, he'll follow his code of honor until the day the Gods see fit to call him back to them. He sees the world in black and white. Good and evil. Even in the face of complete destruction, he won't compromise in this. Be careful about this one...he might be more trouble than you'd think.' Kailen Mor'Tain Author: Kailen Date: Sat Feb 27 02:41:46 2010 Subject Shadow surrounding "Aye sir, I bid you good evening, " Kailen said as turned to walk out the door. Sdresk raised an eyebrow as Kailen trembled on his way to the door. He had noticed this not just today but twice earlier this week. He shrugged it off, it would be impolite to raise doubt or question to his abilities, and if a man wants his privacy theres no reason he'd tell him now after keeping it such a secret. The hallway blurred, and a single bead of sweat trickled down Kailen's face. He put a hand to the wall and traced his way to his quarter's, unsure of who might have seen this. Was this tied to my nightmares? The black robed man had come to see him each night this week. The images he'd seen, the betrayal of his friends, of the gods... And a chance to heal the wound that seemed to plunge almost to his heart. He kept himself so tightly wrapped in bandgages he was nervous to see how it looked. It hadnt healed for over a month now and seemed on fire at times. How foolish was he to think he bested the shadow that day, running after him into the woods like a madman. If he hadnt wanted to be found, he wouldn't have. He had WANTED to get caught... He chuckled to himself, "And here I am, afraid of a nightmare but too proud to go to a clergyman about it." He hesitated, and then slowly lay back onto his cot. A surge of energy flushed through him, a feeling so great he could not name it. As soon as it had come, it began to slowly slip from him. He paniced, it felt as if his soul were trying to jump from his skin to chase it. The swelling began, followed by the familiar flash of pain that tore through him like a fire-ridden arrow. "They wont help you... They'll cast you out when they see what's become of you. You cannot be cleansed of this, you will rot until your last breath. You need our help... and you crave it." He had not shown himself, but he knew the voice well enough by now. "That feeling... I've never felt like that... What would you have me do, and what if I refuse?" "You will rot, and you will die. Its amazing you've lived with it to this point, it is surely only a matter of time. You could be so much more, Kailen Mor'Tain... You embarrass yourself with your drunkeness and displays of reckless behavior. You could serve my lord, and in return you WILL become a masterful warrior. Think of what you are now, just imagine the possibilities that come with our aid." "I havent been able to remove those sights from my head... the betrayal you spoke of... It IS true, isnt it? There is no hope for them..." "So you see, there is no other way. You will join my lord Morgion, and unite the followers of the Shadow with the Dragonarmy to overcome the lands. There will be no one to stand in your way." He had seen what happens when he refused, shuttering just to think of it. "And the feeling... the blessing as you called it?" "One of the many benefits of serving my lord." The world began to spiral around him, slowly fading away as he woke. The black robed man was standing before him now. "You will come with me, we have much to do." "I can't... I have" was all that made it out as he gasped for air, choking from the pain. Vivid images of his fellow knights slashing at eachother clouded his mind, Lanfer pinning him to the ground as Railen carved into his chest with his sword. Tomas battered and beaten on the floor under Sdresk's bloody rampage. Madness spreading throughout the halls as knight turned on knight in a vicious slaughter. His blood began to boil as his vision again gave out. His last breath escaped him as he collapsed to the floor, "I will come." The room went dark. To be Cont. Kailen

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