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 pulp magazine to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Halieth' scribed in bright white ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Halieth's book..
Author: Halieth
Date: Sun Oct 26 18:33:42 2008
Subject A new world order
"NO." I wrestled myself from the nightmare and sat up in bed, beads of perspiration
covering my forehead. Many years since the noble elven house of Dru'Elian was
brutally murdered by power-hungry men, the bloodied scene still continues to haunt me.
My mother, a high elf, found herself becoming fond of a human warrior of Paladine who
rescued her from rogues during one of her travels. She was a cleric of Paladine and had
decided to traversed Krynn to bring aid to the suffering, much to the consternation
of her father. It was during one of her most arduous journeys in the Khalkist mountains
that brought together the forbidden matrimony.
I don't remember, and probably don't allow my subsconscious to remind me, much of my
childhood. We were pariahs and permitted to live only a distance away from the Dru'Elians
so as not to risk any undesirable association with them.
Still, from the distance, we could see the smoke that rose from the hearth of the Dru'Elian
homes that day. As we fled, my hand held tightly in my mother's, we stumbled over corpses
of valiant archers, swordsmen, children, and their mothers. Suddenly, my mother's hold
loosened and she cried out loud as she fell to the ground beside a fallen warrior.
My father, starjewel clasped tightly in his hands, was no more. I tripped over a broken
shard as arrows flew through the air, missing me by the hair of my neck, at the only
moving figure left on the battlefield.
As I tried to silent my anguished sobs and played dead, I prayed to Paladine, the only
God I knew as a child. Heavy boots trampled on my limbs-- I stifled a scream as I press
my face deeper into the armor of a dead soldier.
When all fell silent after what seemed like days, I pulled myself up and ran as far as my
legs could carry me. I finally came to rest at a tranquil lake. I was washing my tear-
and blood-stained face when I felt a sting. Staring at my reflection in the waters, I
noticed there was now a deep cut in my right brow.
Ten years passed, I have dedicated myself to Paladine as my mother did and much desire
to be a cleric within the ranks of the Holy Order. I can only now hope that I be deemed
worthy. I tucked the starjewel back under my sash and fell back to sleep.
(OOC) Am petitioning Holy Order Light.
Author: Halieth
Date: Sun Oct 26 18:40:37 2008
Subject A new world order
"NO." I wrestled myself from the nightmare and sat up in bed, beads of perspiration
covering my forehead. Many years since the noble elven house of Dru'Elian was
brutally murdered by power-hungry men, the bloodied scene still continues to haunt me.
My mother, a high elf, found herself becoming fond of a human warrior of Paladine who
rescued her from rogues during one of her travels. She was a cleric of Paladine and had
decided to traverse Krynn to bring aid to the suffering, much to the consternation
of her father. It was during one of her most arduous journeys in the Khalkist mountains
that brought together the forbidden matrimony.
I don't remember, and probably don't allow my subsconscious to remind me, much of my
childhood. We were pariahs and permitted to live only a distance away from the Dru'Elians
so as not to risk any undesirable association with them.
Still, from the distance, we could see the smoke that rose from the hearth of the Dru'Elian
homes that day. As we fled, my hand held tightly in my mother's, we stumbled over corpses
of valiant archers, swordsmen, children, and their mothers. Suddenly, my mother's hold
loosened and she cried out loud as she fell to the ground beside a fallen warrior.
My father, starjewel clasped tightly in his hands, was no more. I tripped over a broken
shard as arrows flew through the air, missing me by the hair of my neck, at the only
moving figure left on the battlefield.
As I tried to silent my anguished sobs and played dead, I prayed to Paladine, the only
God I knew as a child. Heavy boots trampled on my limbs-- I stifled a scream as I pressed
my face deeper into the armor of a dead soldier.
When all fell silent after what seemed like days, I pulled myself up and ran as far as my
legs could carry me. I finally came to rest at a tranquil lake. I was washing my tear-
and blood-stained face when I felt a sting. Staring at my reflection in the waters, I
noticed there was now a deep cut in my right brow.
Ten years passed, I have dedicated myself to Paladine as my mother did and much desire
to be a cleric within the ranks of the Holy Order. I can only now hope that I be deemed
worthy. I tucked the starjewel back under my sash and fell back to sleep.
(OOC) Am petitioning Holy Order Light.
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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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Final Consideration: End or Beginning
by Tycho, posted on Tue Aug 11 12:27:43 2020.
Tycho awoke again, finding himself standing upright in a clean hall of
expertly polish marble. The Tower of High So(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:
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H|
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J|
K|
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M|
N|
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Astinus says '
There are 18 authors starting with the letter H
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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