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 tattered paperback to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Wygz' scribed in deep black ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Wygz's book..

  
Author:    Wygz           
Date:      Thu Apr  5 14:41:25 2018
Subject     An Odd Arrival

The harbour master sits on his stool in front of the writing desk holding
the mooring manifest. He lets out a heavy sigh, then looks up to the sinking
sun. A smile crosses his face as he realizes his shift is nearly over, but
the smile turns to a frown as another small boat sails into the Bay of
Branchala. Clearly an elven ship, which was odd these days, but this one is
very peculiar. Its sails are a dark grey with a white quilted pattern.
Interconnected in that pattern is a symbol that looks like an open book. The
hull itself is of elven make, but there are odd runes about the entirety of
it.

The heavy set man watches as the boat comes closer, seeing the pilot is the
only person on the boat causes his eyebrow to rise. As it approaches, the
sails seem to furl themselves. The boat comes into moor and stops just shy
of touching the dock itself and the elf pilot steps off in a single fluid
motion. It is at this time that the harbour master realizes that the elf has
been reading a book the entire time.

The man stands mouth agape as the elf casually walks by, his head in his old
book. The pilot is peculiarly dressed with a sort of matching jacket, vest,
and trousers. He holds the book in one hand, and in the other he has a sort
of parasol held along with his luggage. The man comes back to himself and
calls out to the elf, "Sir, excuse me, sir." Then again louder to break the
elf's attention, "Oi, elf!"

The odd elf stops, then seems to finish the passage he is reading before
looking up with a pleasant smile, "I am sorry, sir, how can I help?"

The harbour master finds himself swallowing his annoyance as if unable to
remain frustrated at the elf, "There is a mooring fee, sir."

The elf starts at this, then looks back at his boat. "My goodness, thank you
for reminding me, I had completely forgotten."

The human finds a loss for words as the pilot walks right past him again
towards the boat. The suited elf sets his luggage down then waves his
umbrella at the boat a few times and suddenly it is no longer there, or so
the man thinks. The elf then walks to the edge of the dock where the ladder
stands. Then, setting his book and umbrella on the dock, he climbs down the
ladder. When he climbs back up, he is carrying what looks like an identical
model of the boat. He opens his portmanteau and tucks it inside, despite the
obvious lack of space based on the bag's dimensions. The peculiar elf then
takes up his things and gives a broad smile to the man.

The elf walks up to the man, the large man's mouth agape once more. The elf,
still smiling, presents the old book he has been reading to the harbour
master, "For your troubles, and would you mind pointing me in the direction
of the great library?"

Without saying a word, the harbour master points towards the direction of
the library and watches as the elf begins the walk down the docks then into
the city, reflecting on the peculiarity of the encounter. After the elf
disappears from sight, he looks down at the title of the book, 'The Wonders
of Istar, and Other Reasons to Visit the City of Virtue'. 

Author:    Wygz           
Date:      Tue May  1 19:58:45 2018
Subject     A Declined Request

The Aesthetic makes her way through the hallways of the Great Library at
a brisk walk. She reverently holds a folded sheet of paper in her hands, its
edges fluttering slightly as she makes her way back to the entrance of the
building. She slows down and collects herself before turning the corner and
entering the large entry hall. In a corner of the room, sitting in a
cushioned chair and reading an ancient book is an elf in peculiar garb.

She gets within a few feet of the elf, expecting him to react to her
presence. Instead, the elf continues reading the old tome as if he was
completely unaware of his surroundings. The Aesthetic clears her throat
once, then twice, then finally speaks, "Sir?"

"Oh, excuse me,"  the elf says, as he plucks his bowler hat off his knee and
stands, "It seems I was lost in my book. Shall we go see him?" The elf gives
the Aesthetic a delighted smile as he peers deep into her eyes.

The woman breaks the elf's gaze and looks down as she reaches out her hand,
presenting the slip of paper. "The Chronicler will not see you now. He is
much too busy at the moment."

"Oh, of course,"  the elf says, unphased by the declining of his request to
see Astinus. He opens the small sheet of paper and reads its contents, a
small smile crossing his face. "Tell him that I understand, and will
return,"  he says as he refolds the piece of paper and places it in his book
before snapping it shut.

As he shuts the book, the Aesthetic is able to make out the title, 'Sir
Loren Soth, Protector of Pilgrims'. She eyes the elf as he tucks the book
into a pocket inside his odd jacket. As she eyes his clothing, she notices
the open book pin on his lapel and her eyebrow rises.

The elf reaches down and retrieves his luggage from beside his chair, and
with a nod states, "Well, thank you, Miss. I hope to see you again soon." He
turns on his heel and makes his way to the exit. He opens it, then stops as
he notices the rain outside. He replaces the bowler hat on his head, then
pulls out a black umbrella from between the handles of his portmanteau. With
luggage back in hand, he looks back and gives a wave for the Aesthetic, then
opens his umbrella and steps out into the rain, disappearing into the haze. 

Author:    Wygz           
Date:      Fri Jan 11 16:20:40 2019
Subject     Conversation on High, pt. 1

The freezing wind whips through the mountain range as a figure trudges
through the deep snow, seemingly unphased by the cold weather. The high elf
merely reaches up to insure his felt bowler hat is not lifted off of his
head. He finally puts away the book he is reading as he finds he is no
longer able to keep the pages from rustling around. He stops a moment to
fish something out of the pockets of his overcoat, leaning heavily on his
blackthorn walking stick. Finally, his hand emerges holding a pair of
theater glasses, and after speaking an arcane word, puts them up to his
eyes. He scans his surroundings before a slight smile crosses his face and
he tucks the small binoculars back into his overcoat.

Changing his direction, he makes his way directly for a rock outcropping not
far from his location. After a few moments he reaches the rocky area, and
with a chuckle, steps through the hard surface and into a small cave. The
curious elf glances around before setting down his large portmanteau and
opening it up. He digs around within the suitcase, his entire upper body
nearly disappearing into the extradimensional space.

After a moment of searching the portmanteau, he pulls out a full-size,
standalone coat rack. He sets the coat rack in the corner of the cave then
removes his overcoat and places it on a hook before brushing it clean. He
then removes his bowler hat, revealing his undercut, and places the hat on
another hook. Finally, he leans the blackthorn walking stick on the rack and
and straightens the edges of his odd grey suit. He begins to walk deeper
into the cave, swinging his umbrella forward before letting the tip of it
fall to the ground with a tap.

With his book open in his hand once more, the elf makes his way through
tunnels, some natural and others dug out, deep into the mountain. Even with
the pitch blackness surrounding him, he seems to find his way without any
issue and still read his book. Finally, he reaches a large open cavern that
is permeated with a magical light that appears to have no source. In the
center of the massive cavern, sits a small cottage that would fit better on
the Plains of Solamnia than deep inside a mountain.

Despite being engrossed in his ancient tome, he heads directly for the
cottage door that has been painted a brilliant gold. He stops just short of
the door, but does not turn his gaze to it immediately. Instead, he
continues reading the section of the book in his hand. Finally, he closes
the book, then after taking a deep breathe, he raises his umbrella to rap on
the door. Before he can knock on the door, however, its latch clicks and the
door slowly creeks ajar.

The peculiar elf raises an eyebrow at the door, then reaches out with his
umbrella and pushes the door further. It swings open to reveal a space
significantly larger than the cottage itself. With a whistle of
appreciation, he steps into the cottage and takes a look around.

The entryway would feel more appropriate in a Solamnic castle's great hall.
Several fires burn in multiple fireplaces throughout the room. Other than
the fireplaces, the room is virtually unlit, leaving large swathes of
shadows. As the elf takes a few steps in, a large shadow shifts at the back
of the hall, "It has been sometime since I have had a guest."

Out of the shadows steps an ancient looking human, and though his features
would make him seem as though he were close to death, the way he holds
himself is like that of a younger and stronger man.

Upon seeing the man, the elf stops and waits for his host to approach, then
lowers himself into a deep bow. He holds himself nearly folded over for a
moment before standing straight, his head still bowed, "It is an honor to be
the one to pay you a visit, Mister Glister. I am Wygz." The elf opens the
book he was reading and pulls out a slip of paper, then presents the tome to
the old man, "Please accept this gift from my own collection." 

Author:    Wygz           
Date:      Fri Jan 11 16:25:59 2019
Subject     Conversation on High, pt. 2

For a moment, a greedy grin crosses the man's face as he reaches out and
takes the book from the elf and reads the cover. The human gives a large
belly laugh at reading the title, 'Of the first Inhabitants of Krynn'.

"An excellent gift, to be sure. Please, make yourself at home, Master Wygz,"
 Glister indicates a pair of overstuffed chairs sitting next to a lit
fireplace, "Would you care for an elvish wine? I have forgotten its vintage,
but it is from a time before Kith-Kanan."

A delighted smile touches the elf's face and he nods as he approaches the
chairs, "That would be lovely. Thank you, sir." The high elf takes a seat in
one of the overstuffed chairs and stares into the fire as if remembering a
time long ago, "It has been sometime since I have had a good elven wine. The
older vintages are becoming harder and harder to come by."

"All too true, friend. It is good to see that some have not forgotten how to
visit one of us. I suppose you could say the older vintages of people are
becoming harder and harder to come by,"  the man says with a warm smile,
"But, I expect you did not come here just for a visit. I chose this location
for its distance from civilization." The man looks over the elf a moment
then smiles, "You are here for a book, no doubt."

"Not that I would appreciate the conversation, but yes, I have been sent
here by the Chronicler."

With a grin on his face, the human sets the wine, cork already removed, and
two glasses on the small table between the two chairs. He then walks over to
a bookshelf that takes up much of the long wall. As he goes straight for a
particularly old tome, he replies, "There is no reason you cannot stick
around after our business is done. I would appreciate the company of one,
such as yourself." He pulls the old, but well preserved tome from the shelf,
"I presume that you are aware there are very few of this title left on
Krynn, and that this is the oldest."

Wygz smiles and nods and he pours a small amount of wine into each crystal
glass, "I am well aware. I make it a point to ensure the delivery of every
book in the same condition in which I receive it."

"I believe that you are speaking the truth, and I have not met another in
this age that I would entrust this to,"  he says as he returns with the book
and holds it out to the elf, "And it doesn't hurt that the Lorekeeper sent
you."

The mage graciously accepts the tome, then checks the title. With a smile,
he whispers something under his breath then taps his index finger on the
book before tucking it next to him on the chair. "Thank you, sir,"  he says
as the human sits down in the chair on the other side of the table and pulls
out a pipe and lights it with magic. "I do not suppose, you have a spare? I
seem to have lost mine."

With a smile, the man opens a box on the table to reveal an elegantly carved
meerschaum pipe. The carving is made to resemble an ancient elf lord. "You
may have it, friend. It was once a present from one of your clan, and it is
only fair it return to its heir."

The elf reverently removes the pipe from the box and inspects it, a look of
recognition crossing his face. He then turns to pose the man a question, but
before he can get a word out, he gets his answer, ""Yes, sir. It is."

The elf looks at the pipe for a moment, before retrieving a leather pouch
from his jacket and packing the bowl and lighting it with his own magic,
"Well, I suppose if you have the time, I would like to hear about why it was
you decided to seclude yourself up here in these mountains, if you do not
mind."

The man smiles and nods, "Well, I suppose it was about an Age ago..." 

Author:    Wygz           
Date:      Fri Jan 11 16:27:31 2019
Subject     Conversation on High, pt. 3

The two continue to converse for quite some time over topics from Ages
past to current events, both appreciative of the information shared.
Finally, Glister stands with a yawn and a stretch, then looks to the several
wine bottles on the table, "Well, I do not know about you, but I am tuckered
and must get some sleep. I have quite enjoyed this talk, Master Wygz. If you
find yourself in my neighborhood again, you are more than welcome to drop
in. Give my regards to Astinus, if you see him. There is undoubtedly a late
fee for that book, so, please take this to the Great Library and make sure
it is put to good use." The man drops a sizable pouch that jingles as it
lands on the table.

"It has been my pleasure, Mister Glister,"  Wygz says, standing from his
chair and proffering a bow for the being, "And this will go to good use." He
retrieves the pouch from the table and hooks it to his belt before grabbing
the book and his umbrella. He makes his way to the door, and once there,
looks back a final time to see the man's visage shudder as he steps into the
shadows at the back of the room. A large shadow settles itself down to rest,
and the mage exits the cottage with a smile, the door shutting and locking
itself.

Wygz pulls up the book that Glister had given him and looks at the title
once more, 'The Story of Three Siblings'. Very carefully, he turns it to the
first page and begins to read as he walks back to the entrance of the cave,
his umbrella making a tapping noise all the way. 
   

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