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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Oglaf' scribed in rich yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Oglaf's book..

 
Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu Mar 18 16:32:52 2010
Subject     Background

My name is Oglaf Bloodtusk and I originally hail from a village just
outside of Bloten. My entire life up to this point my father was a very well
respected man in our village, however at home it was a very different story.
He had quite a temper and quite a disdain for my mother, why he married her
I will never know, however he would always beat on her. She never fought
back as she feared what repercussions there may be due to his status in the
village. 

One night he came home and it was particularly bad, my mother looked as 
if she was in so much pain.  I could no longer take it, I had to do something.  
In a blind fit of rage I ran towards my father and lightning bolts streaked from 
my hands, stiking him dead.  There was a bright flash, people were sure to come 
see what had happened soon.  My mother looked up at me, distraught.

"Oglaf, son.. what.. what have you done?"

I just stood there.. "Son, you must leave now.  Before the others 
come, here take these supplies and run."

I did not want to leave, but I knew that my mother was right.  The other 
villagers would surely have my head.  I had to leave.  I ran out the back door, 
through the swamp.  As I was running away from the village I heard the screams of
my mother.  I hid behind a tree and looked back on the village.  They were raping
her as she hung in the center of the town.  I closed my eyes, furious.  I will one
day come back and have my revenge.  For now however, I must figure out how it is
that I shot lightning bolts from my hands.

Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu Mar 18 16:42:38 2010
Subject     Background Pt II

After running for many hours, I found a nice spot in a forest to lay down and rest
for a while.  I lay my head down on a mossy rock and drifted off for a while.  I
was in the middle of having a nightmare about what happened back in the village when
I was awoken to the sound of a small creature rummaging through my pack.

"THIEF!!  What are you doing!"

I now realized that it was a kender, furious I swung my staff at him, and a small
magic missile came from my staff knocking him to the ground.

"Ppppllease!  Don't hurt me!  I was only looking!!  I wasn't going to actually
t-t-take anything!"

I looked at the staff.. how did that happen?  Why are these things happening?  The
kender noticed my look of confusion.

"Why do you look so confused?"

"I'm not sure why these things are happening, things keep flying out of my hands
when I get angry."

"OH!  I know people that can help you, this one time I was following this elf
around and he showed me to a tower full of people that could do things like you
do.  I can show you if you would like.  Would you like me to show you?  I would
love to show you."

I was very reluctant to follow a kender around, but at least he had some sort of
answer.
    

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Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Oats Oceidus Oggan

Oglaf Oisin Okar

Omar Oriebir Orryn

Osirion Oso

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