The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Paladine.

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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Paladine' scribed in dark grey ink.


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Author: Paladine Date: Wed Nov 4 17:40:10 2015 Subject Whitestone Council

Sometime in midafternoon in the city of Palanthas, at Imperial Square "Hear ye, hear ye", the herald shouts loudly, "let it be known by all", he steps up on a stone near the fountains. "Let it be known that the Whitestone Council has opened the court to all knights" he continued, "for a vote seeking a new Grand Master Knight." he glances around at the newly gathered crowed and continues, "the council has spread the word all over Solamnia, a call for support from all Knights is demanded by dusk a tenday from hence." All across Solamnia many other similar messages were given and received by the citizens imploring the knights of the order to speak their mind and cast a vote.

Author: Paladine Date: Sun Feb 14 19:00:46 2016 Subject Mysterious Caravans

On the docks in Palanthas, late afternoon: The monk paced nervously, "The caravan from Haven should have arrived this morning" he looked down the dock anxiously, " send a scout to investigate the delay." The monk gestured to the fellow next to him. He turned to another monk and questioned him about the Tarsis caravan, "Have you heard word of the caravan travelling through the plains?" he asked worriedly. The other monk shook his head side to side, indicating that he had not. The monk in charge continued to pace about, looking quite uneasy at this point. That was two of the three caravans unaccounted for. Both had not arrived on time and he was on a very strict schedule with the captain he had hired. "Send word to the captain, let him know there will be a minor delay." the monk sighed. "Oh and send the scout with his report of the Kurmost caravan while you are at it." The scout, looking as if he hadn't slept in days, approached the one in charge. He was tired, and also carrying horrible news to report. He began to recount the attack on the Kurmost caravan the monk in charge nearly collapsed with the heavy news. "There is word that the caravan managed to escape" he continued somewhat relieved that he could at least offer this much to the one in charge of this recovery mission. The eggs were very important after all, and this was devastating news. " the location of the caravan is yet unknown at this time, however." he said with a heavy sigh. At the gates of Kurmost, after nightfall: "Halt, who goes there?" the guard called out to the figure. It appeared to be a man approaching the gates. After no answer the guard called again to the figure who promptly fell to the ground. "Guards, check that man out, he may be hurt." As the guards approached the figure, he looked up at the guard and tried to speak. "P-p-please, you m-m-must the caravan it was please.. " the man was clearly injured, perhaps dying. "It was an attack.. " he said through a mouth full of blood. "You must save the caravan.." after some additional attempts to speak the man struggled to stand and went limp on the road, dead. The guards were puzzled at the man's request and quickly searched further down the road for any immediate dangers but found nothing. The guard reported back to the commander at the gate, "Sir it looks like the man was part of a merchant caravan travelling to Kurmost. We will send some guards down the road to investigate further." He turned and looked back at the group tending to the body of the traveler on the road and then went to gather a party to investigate the incident further. Somewhere on the road to Kurmost, just before nightfall: The small, well-guarded caravan rumbled along the trail headed towards Kurmost. It was late in the day but they would make it before nightfall at this pace. They were travelling as quickly as they could manage considering the risk involved with their precious cargo. They had a strict schedule to meet, the captain would only wait an extra day at most, he said, despite the considerable advance he was given. The caravan pulled up short for a quick stop to water the horses and give the men marching a break. They could afford one last break before they pushed on the rest of the way to Kurmost. The caravan rolled to a stop and a couple of the guards quickly unpacked some supplies for a hasty meal. They did not bother to light a fire, they did not plan to stop for long. One of the guards stood watch both ahead and also one behind the wagon. In the forest around the wagon and resting guards a group of soldiers began to fan out and circle the small group. There were a few archers at the ready to take out the two on watch quickly and a few others of the group had swords drawn. Each wore the emblem of the Queen of Dragons, Takhisis. It was obvious they meant this caravan harm and the attack began suddenly once they troops were in position. The Fang moved in quickly and the guard at the back of the wagon was shot by three archers at once, he fell to the ground in a heap, mortally wounded, with an arrow sticking out of his neck and two in the chest. Immediately after the attack began the driver began to turn the wagon around, preparing to run as two other guards rushed to the front to fend of the approaching sivak. The Fang was over confident and had under estimated the power of this particular caravan. A man sitting next to the driver began an incantation once the wagon was turned and released a fire ball back towards Kurmost, down the road the way they had come. It was brutally efficient, laying waste to all three archers and two footman. There were too many to win the battle but the mage was able to cloak the wagon from view as it rumbled away the remaining few guards in tow, running as fast as they could to keep up. The road behind, back at the camp was a blaze of fire, blocking the way to pursue the now invisible wagon. Somewhere near Kurmost, early morning the next day: "Push! Push you bastards, put your back into it!" the driver called out orders repeatedly. He turned to the mage, "We have been stuck in the mud for an hour, don't you have something to help, mage?" he grunted as he reigned the horses into position for another attempt to move the wagon. "Where does this road lead anyway?" frustrated he throws the reigns off to the side and climbs down. "This blasted bog, we're stuck good"

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