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 concise treatise to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Invictus' scribed in light grey ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Invictus's book..
Author: Invictus
Date: Thu Nov 13 01:59:11 2008
Subject The end of the beginning
A dark figure sat upon a rock overlooking a cold, windy valley near
Icewall. Opening a well-worn leatherbound journal, he began to write in a
neat, practiced script.
Journal entry: Soldai, 16 Sirrimont, 349 AC
The meeting with my mother went about as well as could be expected. Her
affliction has worsened, and though she hides the majority of her symptoms,
her lieutenants tell me they have noticed a marked change in her
personality.
He paused and looked down into the valley below. Figures wandered between
rows of neatly laid tents. Others sat eating near campfires while others
still sparred in circles drawn into the ground. Two white dragons lie
sleeping near a large command tent while a third sat nearby tearing apart
some unfortunate animal. He picked up his pen and continued.
They also told me of a training mishap in which one of her spells killed two
draconians and injured a dozen others. When confronted with this she grew
angry and tried attacking with me a fireball, which I easily dispelled. She
may have taught me my first spell, but I am more than her equal now.
He smiled wryly as he thought of that first cantrip. He was but 6 years old,
but he was so proud of it. Two weeks later she dropped him off at a
Palanthian boarding school for mages and he wouldn't see her again for 11
years. He sought her out and found her employed in a mercenary army in
Anabansinia. Though he graduated at the top of his class, she saw still
disdainful of his progress. That was twenty years ago.
She continued on ranting and raving at me for a full hour until she finally
grew tired and went to bed. I placed a velvet-wrapped package near her bed
and departed the camp having learned a final lesson from my mother:
Unchecked ambition and want for power can be fatal if not tempered with
wisdom. Though she was a Highmaster in the Dragonarmies, she still wanted
more. Her reckless pursuit of forbidden knowledge was to be her method for
obtaining more temporal power here on Krynn. In the end, that pursuit caused
her illness and cost her everything.
He looked up at the sky and smiled. All three moons were in High Sanction.
Nuitari approved of his course of action. Snapping the journal shut, he
stuffed it into a backpack and stood. Casting a final glance down at the
valley, he spoke a few words and drew a sigil in the air. He blinked out of
existance.
A massive explosion rocked the valley below. Everything within it was
incinerated.
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He states simply 'You might start with that one.. or you could take a look at the latest story..'
The Latest Entry
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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I|
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M|
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Astinus says '
There are 18 authors starting with the letter I
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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