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 heavy platinum-covered book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Egam' scribed in unearthly yellow ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Egam's book..


Author: Egam Date: Mon Mar 9 15:17:47 2009 Subject [FWD] Egam [FWD Note] - [160] Egam: Egam [FWD Date] - Mon Mar 9 01:32:05 2009 [FWD To ] - all [Original to:] conclave [FWD List] - story Where to begin? It is hard to tell my story for parts of it are missing even from my own mind. Whether this is from a conscious choice or not, I'm not aware, and I dont want to know. The mind protects itself for a reason. I can only explain my story as it has been told to me. I was a child of blood and lonliness from the beginning. I now find the sense of humor fate has by marking me from birth what my destiny is to be. I killed before I was truly born, as I was supposed to be a twin. I had a twin sister, but I must have choked the life from her because when we were born, only I was alive. Sadly, fate was cruel enough that this wasn't a big enough of a joke. I had another sibling, an older brother, who was, I'm told, almost two years older than me. The last of my probable self-imposed amnesia is the night of my other siblings death. No one knows what happened, but there are feelings that I can recall that night, that still haunt my dreams. All I can recall is the feeling of a blackness on my chest that night, a tingling sensation rolling over my body is waves, right down to my toes. I could feel something, magic I now know, flowing into my body on that starless night. I cannot recall what we were arguing about, just that I felt some intense jealousy and anger, clouding my mind and eyesight into a red haze of rage that no sibling deserved. The next emotion that I can remember, is a feeling of relief, as that sensation was channeled through my body. The one image I have from my birth until now, is of my brothers body, his head cracked open against a rock, blood and brain mixed together. I can't imagine I returned home as my first true memory is days later, on the road with nothing but the clothes on my back. I have travelled from my home, begging, working, doing anything to keep myself going from place to place. I have finally reached my way to you, hoping that you may have sympathy and teach me. I do not wish to be a murderer, but my nature is set and I wish to learn and control who I am. Author: Egam Date: Sun Aug 2 20:26:27 2009 Subject Bubble Time pt.1 The words on the pages started blurring together after the hours of reading and closing my eyes provided only a moment of relief. This obession of mine was getting the better of me, as pouring over months worth of of dusty books and scrolls have led me no closer to my goal. Opening my eyes, I turned the page reading more about magic that mattered little to me. My ambition and drive were beginning to affect the thing that was my pride and joy-teaching. Getting attached to each apprentice mattered, but could I sacrifice the personal attention of one apprentice for the benefit of them all? My hand flipping over the current page was the answer that was right but one I wasn't necessarily hoping for. This only increased the pain behind my eyes as I casually pushed the book off my desk to the floor. This was going to require another trip to the archives, the only thought crossing my mind was fuck. Any library reeks of potential. Everything you need right in front of you but without the proper tools can be a damning search. With hard luck sometimes you need luck..or fate to intervene on your behalf. It is a relief although it can sometimes make one bitter with realization that it could have been found much sooner. My only thought when I picked up the book and flipped through briefly and seeing the one word that meant the first part of my search was over? About fucking time. I'd like to say I walked with dignity and a calm demeanor while I went back to my study but truthfully, I was practically hopping like a girl who just got a new doll. I write this journal entry for those who may read it that what I search for, I do not out of some black desire for power, those days are behind me since my mothers death. This search, I do for all mages.

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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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Sorin squints, frowns and brings his fingertips together on his lips. He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "(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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