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 'Imaeris' scribed in vibrant red ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Imaeris's book..

 
Author:    Imaeris        
Date:      Sat Aug 21 06:21:40 2010
Subject     Through Fire and Flames

Embers waltz, bow and exit. Unnatural flames consume wood and stone
alike. Grey and black plumes choke the room. Debris slide off a prone figure
cloaked in ash. Scent of burnt cloth and flesh lingers in the air, swallowed
by smoke. 

A coughing fit emerges from the figure. Slowly she lifts herself up. Her
back is bare. Charred flesh pulses and glows like fresh coals. Every pulse
wracks the wounded body with throbbing pain. The arms weren't left
unscathed. Blood drips from some wound on her face, trickles down
expressionless features, collects and separates from the chin and drops
silently into the small red puddle on the floor.

Alchemical equipment lay strewn amid the burning wreckage. Pieces of
calcinators, alembics and retorts are everywhere, some still containing and
processing ingredients. Everything else burned-no papers, scrolls, books,
not even a quill. Intense light reflect hot colors in dark pupils,
imprinting a crimson shade upon them. These pupils hide once, twice, then
scan the room only to follow the smoke as it swirls and dances upward. It
twists and spirals past the crumbling rafters into a black sphere in the
sky. Color can't define the form because it is the absence of all. Still,
the dark shape is reflected in them. And she smiles. 
    

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He states simply 'You might start with that one.. or you could take a look at the latest story..'

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Attention to all you writers out there by Nuitari, posted on Sat Apr 20 07:52:27 2024.

So this is a Story Challenge I want everyone to right a story about their character. Any Story written for the next 5 (read more)....

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'