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 giant book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Mogli' scribed in unearthly orange ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Mogli's book..
Author: Mogli Date: Mon Mar 19 15:00:15 2012 Subject Background story for Mogli
Mogli was born in Mithas, not surprising since he is a minataur after all. That fact was about the only non-surprising part of his birthday not that many years ago. He was born under a full moon and much to the dismay of his parents and everyone in attendance, Mogli's coat was pitch black, as black as night. Looking closer, they gasped when he opened his eyes -- they were red and appeared to glow in the dim light. The village elder shook her head, "this one is cursed with magic"....and his life was never normal after that. He was shunned by the others of his age group and forbade the training of lance, axe, or the powerful weapons of his race, but instead given a used dagger and forced to use that to defend himself. The village adage proved correct -- that which does not kill you, makes you stronger. Mogli, who was often attacked by several young minotaurs, learned to constantly be on guard. His speed and endurance increased and woe to any who outran their peers. Mogli knew no mercy and his attacks were savage and brutal. Without the proper training, his magic was wild and caprious at best. It seemed to desert him when he needed it most. He never gave up, though, and most nights could be seen sitting alone, his red eyes glowing with determination as he tried to cast one spell after another. Soon Mogli reached his day of choosing, the day where the village elders would test the young minotaurs, giving each one a test as part of the ritual of becoming an adult menter of the village. Nearly 8 feet tall, sizewise Mogli was the same as all his peers. But his coat was still black, the black of the darkest night and his horns were snow white, marked with twin-circles, one on each horn, as if marked by Nuitari himself. The village elder gave Mogli and another minotaur the task of defeating a mountain lion, a task easier if done in a team. Spying the great cat, Mogli offered a cry to Nuitari and sprung fearlessly with his dagger. The other minotaur, jealous of Mogli, waited until the outcome was certain and then attacked Mogli, knocking him senseless. Claiming the lion's pelt, the other minotaur returned to the village and was pronounced the winner. When Mogli came to, his wrath was terrible to behold, a magical red aura surrounded him as he walked back to the village. Seeing the other minotaur receiving a hero's honor, something snapped and Mogli's hands burned with a red flame. Touching the other minotaur, a terrible fire consumed him and killed him instantly. Many in the village called for Mogli's life, but the village elders feared what might happen and instead called for his banishment. Mogli was given one day's ration and forced to paddle on a leaky raft. Calling upon Nuitari to deliver him, he pledged his life in return, hoping to learn the dark magic of his god.
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