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 manilla folder to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Mathios' scribed in vibrant yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Mathios's book..
Author: Mathios Date: Tue Mar 18 00:12:02 2008 Subject Humble Beginnings On the hills just outside of Palanthas, a black figure stares down at unsecure farmlands muttering to himself. "An excelent beginning, yes, the master will be pleased." From his robe he produces a small pot, some strange herbs, and a few glass jars. Uttering a small prayer, the pot fills with water sent from the master. "For you," the figure solemnly speaks as he adds the herbs to the water. "the city will suffer for you." Setting a small fire and placing the pot over it to boil, he turns his face from the fumes knowing he is fully susceptible to the toxins himself. He catches a glimpse of the great fields and grins. Visions of his master's future for the city, a desolate ruin wherein no life other than the creeping death of disease remains dance in his head, and he revels in it for hours- mindlessly preparing the toxic stew. Filtering the brownish substance one last time, he chuckles to himself, and fills the vials, placing each carefully in a pouch on his belt. Vials safely stored, he walks... slowly... carefully, avoiding all detection, he slips into the fields of Palanthas... With systematic dilligence, he adds his poison to the animal's feed, remorselessly adding every drop he can to each farm's stores. Content with his work, he grins wickedly and slips from the field back into the city. There, he waits, watching for the fruits of his labor to bloom.
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