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 metal bound tome to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Rattlepot' scribed in glowing grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Rattlepot's book..


Author: Rattlepot Date: Tue Jun 19 16:39:34 2018 Subject A Magic filled day of Occurences Part One

The road was little more than a dirt trail between fields. Overgrown in parts it hadn't been traveled in quite a long while. It was almost noon and the sky was clear overhead. Rattlepot brushed off the grass clippings from his sorts, leaving some green stains on the kahki colored hand-sewn shorts that were about two sizes too big, so they bulged out the sides making the rope belt look like it was closing a sack around his waist. Diggin in one of his many pockets he came across something very odd. He wasn't sure what to make of it. It was a round globe, sparkling with a multitude of colors the size of an orange. It was a wonderous sight. It seemed alive with colors of all hues, dancing and reaching out in tendrils towards where he touched the surface. There were words writtin in common he could just make out on the glass. "Break Me When Thy Time Comes" Rattlepot considered this. How would he know when his time has come? Come for what? He was petty sure it didn't have anything to do with death or anything like that. How could it? The ball was so amazing, so full of life. That's when it hit him. Brrrrgllllee. His stomach was telling him it was time to eat. "That must be it!" He exclaimed. The time has come for lunch.... But... he didn't have a bite to eat. He had ran out of the village very fast at the shouts of, "THIEF, THIEF!" And now he was starving, his lunch that he had procured from the yelling man had fallen to the ground quite a while back while avoiding sword swings, dodging arrows, and escaping clasping hands while on the move. Rattlepot spied a rock with a sharp point. It was made of granite and stood alone atop a small hill next to the trail. He walked over with purpose. Staring at the sharp point, he held aloft the sphere and smacked it down onto the rock. A sense of something like dejavu overcame him. The colors e{Oxplod{Ped! The ground beneath his feet started to tremble and shake so violently he fell down on his bottom. His eyes stared up at the sky as the clear blue became enveloped by the rainbow an d white until there was nothing but white, blanking out all he could see. Closing his eyes did not help. Then he was back in the village. But they sky was cloudy and it seemed almost night. He quickly moved out of the paved road and he saw a shop near the market square. There was a stand there where all sorts of metal and wooden structures were splayed out on the sides of the stand and on top. A sign in common was above the stand. "Useful Tools" was printed on the sign in bold faced non-flourished and plain. Curiousity getting the better of him, he wandered over to the stand. The proprieter of the store was as short as he was. Well, maybe a Bit taller. His features were decidedly un-kenderish. Gnomish, that was it. He'd never seen one in person before. This one had the look of a young man with exception of his skin and hair. Very pale skin and white hair. The Gnome wasn't fat but was well fed, and seemed to have a stockpile of food nearby. He would grab a bite of bread in between words as he would tell passersby of his wares. A few moments and Rattlepot realized this Gnome had found a method for slowing down his words, by stuffing his mouth full of bread. Luckily almost nobody stopped by long enough to check out the wares or this would be a round Gnome indeed. Rattlepot was still feeling very hungry. The site of the Gnome stuffing his face made his mouth water and stomach grumble. He walked back behind the shop. He had a few coins to tade and wanted to be sure that the Gnome could sell the bread if not one of his wares. He may have to overpay, but it would be worth it to him now. Rattlepot rummaged through the food pile and came across a pouch labeled "Research" In it his hand went absently and felt around a device that felt cool to the touch. He pocketed a loaf of bread and some lunchmeat and picked up the device.

Author: Rattlepot Date: Tue Jun 19 16:45:06 2018 Subject A Magic filled day of Occurences Part Two

"YOWZA!" Rattlepot startled as he had accidentally pressed a switch. The Gnome spun around with horror as his eyes met Rattlepot's eyes. Then he saw the device in Rattlepot's hand. A faint humming sound was heard. The Gnome screamed, "OHMYGODWHATINTHEABYSSAREYOUDOINGPUTTHATDOWNGIVEITTOME!" He reached out his hands like two grasping dragon's claws and pulled the device towards him. Instinctively Rattlepot tried to keep hold of the device and pulled back. A loud CLANK was heard and it broke. Just then he thought he heard the Gnome but all he heard was a deafening crackle. As if a thunderbolt had hit him, and he fell to the ground with a piece of... something.. in his hand. It was a finely wrought faceplate. Rattlepot stared at it in wonder. The inscription read, 'Thy time is thy own.' Just then, a sandwich fell out of the sky and landed on his lap.



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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

Raaksida
Radagor
Raelin
Raeszor
Raeton
Raevin
Railen
Raina
Ralleos
Ralmus

Raphael
Rattlepot
Rauglothgar
Rederick
Reiner
Reinhart
Rek
Relgath
Rellic
Renan

Reno
Renolt
Resh
Rhianna
Rhibbl
Ridel
Rinald
Rinion
Riosio
Roak

Rodel
Rodin
Rorin
Rouuthav
Ruck
Ryath
Ryna
Rysk

Astinus says 'There are 38 authors starting with the letter R who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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