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 massive tome lined with fake jewels to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Zarras' scribed in dull grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Zarras's book..
Author: Zarras Date: Sun Apr 12 00:56:15 2020 Subject Marooned
It seemed like a long time. There was no one else to disagree with him; therefore, he must be right. His world stood still. Before he had sailed. Now he sat. Waiting for another ship. He'd been marooned (not by his own men) on this island for seven days. Seven days with nothing to do but pray and think. Thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. He thought of his past which made him sick with rage and he thought of his future which made him sick with regret. Regret of not saving his ship mates, being beaten and worst of all, not going down with everyone else. Two more days of raw fish, praying and thinking. He finally saw something on the horizon. A ship. Not very large, a merchant vessel perhaps? They approached and sent out a row boat. Zarras was picked up and taken by these humans to their captain. Before Zarras could speak the man said, "Twelve men, two women, eighteen bunks. 1, 000 silver, precious gems, and various goods (he listed weaponry, armor, silk, fruits, jewelery, and an artifact that survived the cataclysm). You touch anyone or steal any of it and you're dead." "Here," he said, tossing me an apple, "real food in three hours, you know how to sail, Mac will give you your post." I nodded at a man with an idiot's grin on his face. "Gods you're big," Mac said. "Where are we going?" Zarras asked in Common. "Stop in Caergoth and then on to Sanction." "Am I free to leave?" "Anytime, but stay longer, make more." "Make more?" "Money. You're being paid 1 silver a week. Not bad pay. Free meals. Place to sleep. I've worked ten years for the Captain and will retire in another ten." So it went. Pray, work, eat, talk, work, eat, pray, sleep. Weeks went by. We traded food with two passing boats and continued to sailed. Wwe docked at Caergoth and then two weeks later we docked in Sanction. I thank the Captain and Mac, took my money (more than they owed me) and left. I went looking for a weapon shop and found one fairly quickly. "Mace," I said. The man looked back at me and pointed at the wall. Worthless, all too small. "Commission?" "It'll cost ya, " he replied. "Four silver." "Flanged?" "Five." "I'll take it - how long?" "Two days." I nodded and left the shop. He yelled "wait" and chased after me. "Money?" I showed him my purse. He asked for a silver as a down payment. "You understand what happens..." He gulped slightly and nodded. "Which way to the armorer?" He pointed down toward my left. Several blocks later I found a man who decided it would be a good idea to make me some custom studded leather armor for 4 silver. This left me with enough for a cheap inn, some food, and some extra gold. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The common room was crowded. Mostly humans, some goblins, hobgoblins, 2 fellow minotaur who pointedly looked away when I saw them. I paid for my room and some food and sat with my back against a wall. As thin as I currently was I would still snap the furniture if I sat on it. Men at the table next to me were reliving battles. Animated gestures. Drunk; however, not unhelpful. They talked in more detail. The Dragonarmy. Takhisis. Pay. Three words were all I needed to hear. I interrupted them only to be eyed warily. "Just curious. Looking for work." "It's more than just work mate." "It's a calling," the second man said. "One I might have," I replied. The second man broke off from his friends. "Look. I know your people. Proud and smart. This requires true dedication." I thought for a moment. "To Takhisis?" He nodded. "Not a problem. My God failed me in my time of need. I sword alleigance to a great power." His eyes opened wide and his grin lit up, "Tomorrow I'll take you to see the Highlord."
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