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 book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Phelan' scribed in faded green ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Phelan's book..


Author: Phelan Date: Sun Oct 3 14:34:09 2010 Subject Discovery of Faith I stood in the shadows observing as the anger and frustration washed over him before he could call upon his magic to smite his foes. He looked pleased with himself for tearing apart the enemies he fought and yet I knew he was doomed. Once the elders learned of the source of his power he would be cast out into the world where no-one would protect him or watch his back. It saddened me to know that another in the line of Silvanos would be lost to the darkness that consumed the world. I had tried to help him back on to the path of the good and righteous but he had looked down on me with contempt. His thoughts were clearly visible, even to one untrained as I, who was I to instruct a noble from the sacred bloodline on the process required to gain the inner calm required to become a great sorcerer. I watched as the elders closed on him and bound him with magic before taking him to the inner sanctum where he would be cast out from the forest and his name struck from the line of Silvanos. I didn't have any time to dwell on what became of him as I was soon enrolled into the House Protectors as an initiate. We spent long hours each day practicing weapons skills and doing defensive drills before going out on all night patrols. The days blurred into each other and we all learned to sleep when and where the opportunity presented itself. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and soon we were sent out on real patrols where sleep was a scarce commodity and all the skills we had learned were eventually put to use. None of us were prepared for it when it finally happened, our first real combat. We were patrolling the northern border of the forest when we were attacked by a horde of goblins, returning from a hunt deeper in the forest. Somehow our tracker and theirs had missed each other in the thick forest, as we moved on perpendicular paths and we met with the returning hunters. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and yet so quickly too, swords and daggers were drawn by both sides and a bloody skirmish ensued. Luckily we slay their leader before he could rally the goblins into a proper fighting force and they broke, leaving the deer they had come for and ran towards the border of the forest. Had we not had a level headed leader we would have followed them and possibly been ambushed by a properly prepared goblin force. The groaning of a comrade broke me from the combat trance I had been sucked in to and instinctually I started treating his wounds. He had been stabbed several times buy a goblin spear and their filthy daggers. I knew his wounds were beyond any of our skills to bind and yet I did not give up hope. Gently laying my hands on his wounds I prayed to the blue phoenix to spare his life. No one was more shocked than I when a blue glow seemed to enshroud me and divine energy flowed through my body into him. Author: Phelan Date: Sat Oct 23 19:09:09 2010 Subject An unexpected transfer - pt 1 "Phelan, " corporal Althinos barked across the barracks "the lieutenant wants to see you." "Yes corporal, I'll report immediately." A commoner like me, he was fair man but hard to read, unlike the lieutenant, a very young noble, who had not yet learned to mask his emotions and still a stickler for protocol and dress code. I straightened my tunic and made sure all the buckles were correctly fastened on my breastplate before heading to his office to report. Knocking on the door I waited for Lieutenant Terinani to give permission for me to enter. I was about to leave when I heard his chair scrape back and he called out "enter!" rather loudly. "Soldier Phelan reporting Sir, " I said after stepping in and saluting him and then waited to be told to stand at ease. Returning the salute he looked me up and down critically with a look of disdain on his face before picking up a folder on his desk. "These are your transfer orders. I'm not sure who authorised them but they are all in order. You are to leave with the trade caravan headed to Qualinost in three days time." He handed me the forms I would need to get all the documents processed and dismissed me with a brisk salute. Leaving his office quickly and quietly I made my way back to the barracks. "What do you have there?" asked corporal Althinos, startling me despite him asking the question quietly. "My transfer papers, " I replied while hand them to him, still confused as to how this had happened, "I'm sure I never put in for a transfer and yet here are my orders to travel with the Qualinost trade caravan and report for duty in the Qualinost Wildrunner core." "Never mind the how, " he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "this is an opportunity you can not miss. Unlike here the Qaulinost Wildrunners do not only promote nobles to the rank of officer and perhaps one day you can do your family proud by serving in their army." "Go now and pack, you have a lot of preparation to do for the journey ahead but don't forget you still need to right that report from last weeks patrol."

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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

Padin
Padith
Paladine
Pallek
Pares

Parlak
Penumbra
Phelan
Phydius
Phyron

Pike
Pirouenne
Platanium
Prentice
Progane

Puck

Astinus says 'There are 16 authors starting with the letter P who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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