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

From the pages of Elhonna's book..


Author: Elhonna Date: Wed Apr 21 18:23:33 2010 Subject Elhonna T'salen, Quen Illumini's Devout A look of bewilderment crossed Elhonna, the young half-elf's face as she entered the great and holy city of Palanthas. Never before had she found herself among such grandeur, and hussle and bussle of a large city. "This certainly doesn't look anything like my home," she thought to herself. She began to recall the wolderness in which she was raised. Large trees, thick underbrush, babbling streams and various forms of creatures both large and small was what her home land consisted of. The majority of the fold that lived in her small village were that of half-elven out casts, and other down-trodden peoples whom fled their home lands due to some form of scrutiny or another. They were a close community, everyone knew everyone and would gather every day to share their evening meal. Thinking of her home brought in a flood of emotion; she missed those closest to her, an elderly half-elf in particular who went by the name of Xraphercy. He was the village's healer and holy man who taught all that he came into contact with about the word of the Gods of good, and the hope they gave to all kind. Mishakal being his patron diety, he was most wise in Her ways, and deeds. Fascinated to the core about Xraphercy's craft and knowledge, she clung to him like a lost puppy and learned whatever she could by his example and teachings. Elhonna rarely left his company as he quickly became the father she ever knew. One day, not long ago, Xraphercy fell ill. A raging fever overtook the old half-elf's body that rendered him blind, and very weak. Elhonna and his other pupils tended to him tirelessly for weeks, offering all of the medicines, and remedies that they knew of. They sat in vigilant prayer to Mishakal every night that She may cure his illness, or relieve his suffering. "It is now my time," Elhonna recalled Xraphercy whispering in her ear in the last moments of his life, "I have accomplished much in my stay upon this plane, and wish to return home..." She began to softly weap, and held the old half-elf's hand in hers. She leaned over, and kissed him upon his forehead, that still burned fiercely with the fever. "Rest now, my father, and She will guide your way," she whispered back comfortingly as Xraphercy drew his last breath. Despair and grief took Elhonna's soul at his passing, until she remembered Mishakal's teachings: Fret not for the deaths of others, remember and honor their memory, but keep your concerns for the living and those in need of healing and aid. It was then, that Elhonna decided to depart her beloved village, she had to learn more about the healing art, and graces of the Gods of good. With a heavy heart, she gathered all of her possessions, and bade farewell to all in her village, "I will return someday soon," she told them, "I will miss all of you very much, but I must seek out more knowledge to better my craft, so I can tend to your ailments better." With that said, she left... Only turning back once to wave goodbye to those gathered to see her depart. Wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her sleeve, she made way for the city of Palanthas, of which she'd only heard tales of her entire life. Now Palanthas stared at her directly in the face, and she wondered where this journey would take her next.

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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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Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost...But Most Are by Daksarai, posted on Wed Aug 15 15:24:09 2018.

Ladies and gentlemen! Daksarai here, and I am back with another story. Where will this one be I wonder? I imagine it wi(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

Eban
Echor
Egam
Ehre
Eiron
Ekkana

Eldaron
Eleena
Elhonna
Elidar
Elmdor
Elsinora

Elyania
Emilio
Emla
Erol
Erthos
Eskendale

Etilyn
Evaan

Astinus says 'There are 20 authors starting with the letter E who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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