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 an enormous book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Urvas' scribed in dark brown ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Urvas's book..


Author: Urvas Date: Wed May 23 02:23:50 2007 Subject The vision in blood. Lighting flashes over the sky in the old walk way out side of Neraka though a path long forgotten in time where scatter parts of old rubble older then the city its self. A lone shadow follow's the path only now and again when lighting flashes can the shadow be seen. The wind howls though the tree's like the scream's of the dead. The shadow keeps its course not even stoping when sound or movement flitters along the path. Slowly the lighting stops and the night stands pitched back. Slowly the the shadow moves back and a masked face stares out into the night at the old ruble. Slowly the sound of a whisper voice begins to chant words of prayer and slowly pieces of the ruble begin to glow a faint glow. The form stands still as if hearing words no other can hear. Slowly it nods and kneels before a group of ruble that still glows. a prayer begins to fill the air in a soft sexless voice. Slowly the ruble lose's its glow and a simple medallion lays on part of the ruble. A blacked glove hand reaches down and pick's up the medallion and places it over its head. slowly the shadow is pulled over the masked face and begins it path away from the rumble. Author: Urvas Date: Thu May 24 00:18:01 2007 Subject The hidden darkness, Lost Path Screams of the others fill the room of the simple cell in a forgotten temple. Harsh screams of those dyeing and the ones waiting to die. Among them a young child sits with the mark of the queen over his heart. Harsh words come from a group of bugbears preparing the next to sacrifice to there dark god. The group pushes in to hide from them hiding the child deep in there folds. The smell of human remains and other creates vile fills the cell. Quickly the gates to the cell fling open and they grab a hold of en elderly man. The boy eyes fill with fire seeing another being taken off from the others. Slowly he closes his eye's to say his prayer to his goddess. Almost as if on key as soon as his prayer is done a grate booming shakes the temple as a war begins with out the temple. Another boom and the body's press him to the floor as they crash onto him knocking him out. Slowly he opens his eyes, Was it days or was it hours? Slowly he pushes the corpse of a dead man off of him as he looks around to find him self alone. The troops must of moved on and only himself and the dead where there. Slowly he thanked his goddess and begins to push and pull the corpse finding anything he could use. Afther an hour of going the the temple he looks at the pile of things he gathered . He nods quickly and starts loads what he can into a pack and hook the mace he found to his belt strap. Slowly, carefully he makes his way though the city and into the wild beyond the city's glow of fires and dead. He picks up his pace as darkness leaves him lost in the woods. He wonders for what feels like hours before he finally lays down where he falls and sleeps. To be continued... Author: Urvas Date: Fri May 25 00:52:20 2007 Subject Enter the darkness, Lost path II Eyes flare open as the sound of muffled voice fill the air. Urvas looks around to see a group of haunting looking humans wanders straight at him. Quickly he forces him self up muttering a quick prayer to his goddess as the group quickly makes there way to him. Quickly fitly hands grasp his wrist and legs as they speak quickly in common." Itstheone, nohecantbelookathim? Buthehastobetheoneweseek!" Urvas eyes dart back and forth quickly he try's his best to break free. As he fights his way from there hands the shirt he takes breaks free from his shoulder and the Dark crescent shows to the group. "THEONE, THEONEWESEEK!" The group chants as one as the pick him up and lead him into the woods deeper. There hands relax and soon the sway of them carrying him lull's him back to sleep. Lights flash quickly around him. In his hand he holds a mace none the likes he has seen or heard tell of. Quickly he looks around to see a massive army around him as he leads them into a battle. Slowly he looks down to see a grand shield in his hand he holds it up close to his face as he rides a brown color mare. Just as he break's into the enemy's like he feels as if hes falling then a single voice fills his mind. No yet, Not yet butt soon you will lead them, Like the others! His open as the group of people stand over him quickly they begin to speak and he just stares at them. Author: Urvas Date: Fri May 25 17:20:15 2007 Subject The one?, Lost Path III Days go by as he learns to understand the people words. Telling them to slow down did no good so he had to learn to break each part down. Finally after weeks of being with them he learnt who they where. They where the ones who turned there backs on his goddess in her almost greatest hour, the non believes who didn't aid her. She had cursed them to go almost insane to the point where no village would allow them. They Had made a village deep with in a mountain where they work there best to be free of the curse to do her work. Here they have taken text from all corners of the known world, Here is where they lived and grew they crazed family's. Slowly they begin to push there knowledge into him Years go by and soon the young boy was now almost a man. Then it happen again, a great storm filled the area. The crashing of thunder drew them into a rage. Then the voice fills his mind. They have done what i sent them to do, Release them. Then on the next crash of thunder His eyes begin to change he looked at them and nodded. Quickly he begin to release them from there curse, With his mace. There face show shock at first as if to fight agent him, yet soon they gave over knowing they would be free from the curse. Then as the storm clears finally he looks around at all the dead, none where forgotten, none to tell the tale of this night. Slowly he goes though the small village to he finds the hidden keep of the insane ones. Slowly he opens the doors to the keep where he smiles as he see the mace he saw so long ago in his dream. He reach's for the mace and stops just shoot as he see's a mask along side it. Slowly he reaches for the mask and pulls it up to look at it. In the soft light in the room it gives it a Unique look, nothing like he seen before. Slowly he lays the mask on his face and is shocked as it fits like it was made for him. Quickly he grabs the mace, and replaces it with his own. Quickly he gathers the rest of the treasure and turns to leave the home he has had for the last few years. Saying a soft prayer he leaves the village as the roof of the cave begins to fill in the hole.

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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
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Uther

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