The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jyan.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jyan' scribed in faded green ink.

Author:    Jyan           
Date:      Wed Oct  3 20:01:25 2007
Subject     Jyan Stormhammer's Background Story

Jyan scowled as he trudged up the hillside, deviating slightly from his path so
he could kick a pebble.  Doing so failed to improve his foul mood any and he
continued steadily towards the cave he had spotted from atop the previous ridge.
 As he walked, he thought about the events of the previous week and his mood
darkened.  "Kick me out, will you," he muttered under his breath, "and on the
eve of my initiation into the village defense force at that!"  Delving further
into his memories of the week, he continued slogging towards his destination.

Tiblo Grandsmasher, the clan leader, stood behind his podium, glaring down at
Jyan. "Jyan Stormhammer, stand you now before the clan, accused of witchery and
dark magic. How plead you?" Jyan looked at the faces around him, faces that not
too long ago were friendly when he saw them, and now stared at him stonily. 
Taking a deep breath, Jyan turned his gaze up towards Tiblo, "Not guilty!"

Startled from his thoughts by the approaching maw of the cave, Jyan's mouth
twisted sourly as he remembered the litany of offenses; each backed by a
credible elder in the clan.  His subsequent exile from the clan was all but a
certainty at that point, kicked out with enough provisions for a week and 'all
the tools necessary for survival' according to Tiblo.  Jyan's stock of
provisions was dwindling, and he hoped that this cave proved livable so he could
make a camp here and begin foraging for his survival.

Stepping into the gloom, Jyan was surprised to see the glint of gold coming from
the wall of the cave.  Upon closer examination, he discovered that there was a
coin jammed into a small crevice.  Twisting the corner of his mouth up at his
apparent turn of fortune, Jyan prepared to pry the coin from the wall. 
Bewilderingly, the coin slid free from the crack almost as soon as he laid his
fingers upon it, with nearly no effort.  Before he had a chance to ponder upon
how easy the coin had slid free, Jyan noticed that it felt warm in his hand. 
Etched on the coin's surface was a corpulent face, the corners of its mouth
turned up in an evil smirk.

As his eyes made contact with the face on the coin, an oily voice oozed into his
thoughts. "Serve me, mortal, and I shall help you hone the potential inside of
you.  The potential that made your former clansmen fear you unjustly and consign
you to this life of uncertainty.  Simply give yourself over to me as my servant,
and a life of power could be yours!  If this is your desire, then simply close
your hand upon my emblem and we will have a deal."

Feeling dizzy, nearly unable to think, the faces of his former clansmen staring
stonily at him foremost in his mind, Jyan stared mutely at the coin in his hand.
 Closing his eyes, Jyan resolutely clenched his hand into a fist.  Immediately a
wave of heat and pain shot through his body, dropping him to his knees.  Opening
his hand, he saw the coin had vanished, leaving a scar on his palm.  The voice
spoke once more in his mind, "Leave this cave, and cross this hill.  Beyond it
you will find a road, and another one of my servants, an ogre who will soon be
in need of your abilities."

Jyan's face twisted in disbelief, "Help an ogre?  Are you mad, anyone kn-".  New
waves of pain shot through his body, making the previous wave feel like a
pleasant memory. "Do not question me, mortal!" the voice shrieked.  "You are my
servant now, and you will serve my every desire!"  "Yes, my master," Jyan
replied.  He staggered to his feet and went off in search of the ogre.

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Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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