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 miniscule pocket book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Uggluk' scribed in grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Uggluk's book..


Author: Uggluk Date: Fri Jan 16 06:57:01 2009 Subject The Dream Lightning crackled through the sky, and the thunder shook the very ground that the small hut was constructed upon. As the tent flap flailed wildly in the story and rain poured freely into the small dwelling, the inhabitant tossed wildly in his sleep. Even with a storm of this magnitude thrashing about him, the young ogre could not be torn from what seem to be a coma of torture. "Travel east... to Neraka!" hissed a voice. The voice in his head had such an awful screech, like a thousand serpents screaming in his ears. This was the only thing that could apparently wrestle the ogre from his dreadful sleep, and he sat up panting, sweating and on edge. He had no idea what had brought such an awful fit upon him, and truth be told he was not entirely such what he had seen in the dream, but the voice, and its message would not leave his mind. He had never left Bloten, he'd really never seem a reason to, but the mysterious voice in his dreams was not one to be questioned. He would leave first thing in the morning, and leave the reasoning up to fate. "Neraka..." He said to himself. "The Vice said Neraka..." (To be continued...) Author: Uggluk Date: Fri Jan 16 19:22:16 2009 Subject The Journey Begins Morning came, and the harsh storms raged on. The typically desolate and dry climate of Blode seemed more like swamplands this day break. Nevertheless the trek could not, would not be delayed for any reason. It took the ogre no time at all to pack, he was poor, even by ogre standards and could carry his belongings on his back. His family was gone, killed in an uprising again one of the chieftains from years past, at this point he had lost track of how long ago. He doubted he would ever return to this place, and he had no sorrow in that thought. Navigating away from the village proved to be rather simple, this area of Blode was relatively flat, and he covered a great distance in his first few days of travel. He did not stop, nor did he even eat, it was like he was acting against his own will. By the time he reached the distant mountains he was in a zealous frenzy, and it wasn't until a vicious strike of lighting crackled to the ground in front of him, sending him toppling, did he finally come to his senses. Shaking his head and finally coming to, he realized that he was exhausted, starving and needed badly to rest. To his surprise the lightning strike had hollowed out an openning in the wall of the pass, just large enough for him to hunker down in. He drug his exhausted body into the make-shift shelter and ate a small ration of the meat he had brought with him. Shortly after he began to drift to sleep. Suddenly, in his last moments of consiousness he caught a glimmer of something in the dir t in front of him. In his hazy state he reached down to grab the object and was shocked to find that it was a scale, a very large black scale. "Neraka!" The voice in his head hissed again. He soon drifted to sleep... (To be continued...) Author: Uggluk Date: Sat Jan 17 04:35:00 2009 Subject The Journey Continues Nearly three days passed before the young ogre awoke, but rest was the last thing that he had recieved. For over two straight days he tossed and turned, slamming into the walls of his small inclosure as he tried desperately to escape the hissing voice in his head, a voice that had seemed to multiply into more and more voices with each word they spoke. Finally, after it seemed as though no more of these awful voices could cram themselves into the cavity of his skull, images join in on the torment. He saw a dragon, black as midnight, black as the scale he had seem shortly before drifting into this frightful coma. Then it was a dragon with two heads, then three, four, five. The color of the dragon changed, or did it? He couldn't tell the pain was too much but it would not release him. At last, and from what he could tell for no apparent reason, he came back to conciousness but the glare of the sun was blinding, had the storms passed while he was out? No, he realized as he felt the raining continuing to splatter against his skin, but still he could see nothing. Driven to the point of near madness, he barrelled out into the storm, crashing down the mountain pass like a giant, crazed boulder. After what seemed like ages he collapsed on the dirt, and his vision seemed to coming around. He peered up and for the first time in what seemed like ages he felt something other than pain. There was a sign in front of him, it read "Neraka Outskirts." He had arrived. Perhaps from the wild running, or maybe from relief that the voice had seem to have left him, he slumped on the ground and began to drift off again. "Takhisis..." The hissing voice was back. At this the ogre was fully awake, and very very alert. (To be continued) Author: Uggluk Date: Sat Jan 17 18:36:04 2009 Subject Enlistment Weeks had passed since the ogre had arrived in Neraka. He had manage to scrap together enough coin doing this and that to buy himself lodging for a brief time. He knew he wouldn't be staying long, for his purpose had become clear to him over the passing nights since he first heard the Voice. The Voice, or rather Voices as they had multiplied to sound as though an entire army was screaming in his head, had ceased to be a harsh tormentor, and had grown into a guiding light. The Voices had talked of the scale he had found in the mountains, how it was a symbol of what his future would hold. At first he did not understand what this could mean, but during his time in Neraka he came to learn of a vast force known as the Dragonarmies. Dragons of all colors represented the various orders of this army, and sure enough their were black dragons present as well. Ogre though he may be, it wasn't long before he realized what the Voices had meant, what his future was. He wasted no time seeking out this army, he would do whatever he must to join their ranks, the Voices demanded it. The Voices were all that mattered, they drove him, the pushed him, and he loved it. He had never felt so sure of what his life meant, and he knew the world would come to know his name. At long last everything made since to him, and the Voices, they had a name... Takhisis... The Queen had chosen him. (To be continued) Author: Uggluk Date: Mon Jan 19 18:35:01 2009 Subject An Objective All seemed to be going well for the newly relocated ogre. He had arrived in Neraka, enlisted in the black wing of the Dragonarmies, and seemed to have been genuinely accepted as a valued member of the order. However he had oticed something rather odd, while the halls of the Dragonarmy barracks were constantly bustling with with activity, very rarely, if ever did he come across a fellow member of his order. Of course there were the barracks patrols, and gate guards, and even a fellow recruit on rare occasion, but he had never actually met his superiors. Where had his orders and assignments been coming from? He decided that he would respect the other orders as well he should, but from now on he would make himself exclusively available to the wishes of his Highlord. After some lengthy investigation, and many dead ends he had come to learn that his order was infact under to jurisdiction of the higher, more 'elite' orders while the black throne was vacant. How could this be? Surely Takhisis had not come to him and deemed this to be his fate. He had to figure this out. Not being much for prayer, he was rather confused when he walked into the temple. He sat down on one of the benches, he would wait, Takhisis would come back to him and tell him what to do. (To be continued...) Author: Uggluk Date: Thu Feb 5 00:55:21 2009 Subject A Message Standing on the hilltop over looking the walls of Palanthas, the ogre grinned with insanity in his eyes. Hunting had not been the best for the past few weeks, but his victims had not escaped without injury. Bending down, he began to hoist what could only be described as the most gruesome message Krynn had seen in ages. A pole crafted from various mangled limbs and bones, held together by the very organs that they once protected, form a crude frame almost like a banner. Stretched across the totem of gore, there is a canvas crafted from stiched together skin fragments of at least a dozen seperate victims. Finally, painted on with blood the message read "Serve Takhisis, Or Die by Her Hand." With a loud grunt, the ogre slammed the totem into the ground, securing it to the hilltop, for all that witnessed it to see. The people of Palanthas would not mistake his intentions. Takhisis would reign supreme over this world, it was his purpose to see to it, and he would NOT fail his queen. (To be continued...)

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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

Udin
Uggluk

Ulthar
Ulvak

Ursula
Urvas

Uther

Astinus says 'There are 7 authors starting with the letter U who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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