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 pamphlet to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Mwagdun' scribed in purple ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Mwagdun's book..
Author: Mwagdun Date: Tue Nov 27 19:09:03 2018 Subject The Shadow in the Dark
The black velvet robes of the mage flutter in the gentle breeze as he exits the darkness of the forest into the circle of light created by the fire. The three massive figures that sit huddled around the fire casually look up from their gruff conversation to examine the newcomer. All three make to rise and confront the mage, but the spell-user moves quickly. His hand emerges from a pouch and as he speaks words of magic, he lets sand fall from the hand of his outstretched arm. The two ogres to his left collapse to the ground, fast asleep. The sand stops falling as the mage levels his hand at the third ogre. The ogre freezes where he is, his hand just short of his club and fear playing clearly across his face. "I have come for your magic user. The domain of magic is for the moons alone and he must submit to the Tower if he wants to be allowed to use the arcane. Otherwise, he can face death by my own hand," the mage speaks with a hollow voice that seems to echo from the darkness under the hood of his robes. A low chuckle emerges from the forest behind the standing ogre, and without the usual noise from the undergrowth, the form of a fourth ogre solidifies from the shadows of the forest. Stepping into the light, it is clear that this ogre is different from the others. While shorter, he is far more muscular and instead of the mottled yellow skin that the others share, this ogre has smooth skin of a turquoise color. With the appearance of this ogre, the final of the three seems to become emboldened a bit and grabs his club in preparation of an attack. "I am prepared to die," the fourth speaks plainly. Seeing that the other magic user will not subject himself to the Tower, the mage raises his hand and begins speaking in the arcane once more and lets more sand fall from his hand. The ogre gripping his club falls quickly to the ground, but the fourth ogre staggers slightly under the magic as his eyes lull back into his head. Then he stands strong and his eyes snap open with clarity. A wicked grin crosses his face as he starts towards the magic user. The Conclave mage switches to more deadly spells, spouting off words of magic at the charging ogre and pulling out a seemingly endless supply of components. The ogre goes from a walk to a run, stepping right through the fire standing between them. As each offensive spell comes his way, he bats them away with his hands as if they were mosquitos trying to bite him. Each spell ricochets off his hands and flies into the forest, damaging the surrounding trees and even starting small fires in places. Not one of the spells hits is mark as the ogre makes it to the mage. With a wide swung backhand, he sends the mage flying backwards to hit the tree several feet behind him. Then, the ogre is on him, smashing his fists into the man's head. Each swing of his fists, nearly the size of the man's head, find its mark. The man's head bounces between fist and tree several times before the ogre grasps him by the throat and picks him up to eye level. "My name is Mwagdun and I am Ogre-Magi! Your Tower and its laws will never hold power over me. I serve only Darklady!" In a last ditch effort, the mage pulls out a glass rod and a piece of fur from one of his pouches, but before he can gurgle up the magic words needed, the ogre-magi grasps his hand and squeezes. The glass rod shatters, along with the bones in the mage's hand as the man lets out a scream. "Tell your Tower to not pursue me, or I will send their messengers back without hands next time." The mage tries to sputter a response through the blood, but is cut short as Mwagdun's free hand pummels his face over and over. Before darkness final begins to settle in, only the shadowy outline of the ogre remains. Finally, the mage falls unconscious, his mission a failure.
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