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 giant book to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kelden' scribed in brilliant yellow ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Kelden's book..
Author: Kelden
Date: Thu Mar 22 11:59:56 2007
Subject Return
Holding his dying comrade in his arms, Kelden tried to staunch the bleeding.
But he knew at this point there wasn't much time left. Holding back tears,
he held his old friend close.
"Don't worry," He whispered assuringly, "I'll get you to a healer. It'll be
all right, you'll see."
Kelden had been born in Qualinesti. His father had been a soldier in the army.
Kelden, his mother, father and sister had all lived happily there. That is
until the dragonarmies came. His father had been in the raid of Pax Tharkas,
the raid that had gone so horribly wrong. Captured by the dragonarmies, he was
tied to a stake in Solace and burned alive by the red dragon Ember.
Kelden was distraught. When the call came to flee Qualinesti, Kelden grew
disillusioned and hateful. Why had no one helped his father? Why was his
country now fleeing? Where were the Solamnics? His country had sent his father
to his death. They forfeit his life so easily yet refused to fight themselves.
His father had died in vain.
Kelden looked down at the body shuddering in his arms. He looked at the gaping
wound in its gut. His friend was mortally wounded. There was nothing he could
do.
Kelden hadn't stayed long in Southern Ergoth. The city of tents harboring
Qualinesti's refugees mad him sick. It reminded him of his country's cowardly
flight. It reminded him of his father's abandonment. He decided that he would
not flee. He would leave Ergoth and seek out his enemies. He would fight.
It was shortly afterwards that he found Dalanthus, the half-elf. They traveled
across Abasasia and Solamnia, aiding whomever they could. It became clear to
Kelden that many people cared little for elves, and those who did had problems
of their own. There was no one to aid Qualinesti. His country was on it's own.
Kelden watched as the corpses around him turned to dust. Dalanthus had stopped
moving. He was gone. Kelden made him a small grave and prayed for him. He
recalled clearly when Dalanthas deflected the blow that was meant for him. He
recalled the blade sliding into Dalanthus' gut. He recalled Dalanthus'
sacrifice. Just like his fathers.
Kelden lost his misguided hatred for his homeland at that moment. His father
had not died in vain. He was not sent to his death. His father had given up
his life in hopes that others would live. He gave his life for his homeland,
his people and his family, for everything he cared about.
Kelden returned to the homeland he missed dearly. He wished to see his mother
and sister once again, to smell the sweet forest air. He walked through the
familiar streets to his old house. Knocking, his heart fell as an elderly man
answered the door.
"What? The previous owner?" the old man asked loudly, "She died of grief soon
after her son ran away. It was very sad. She left a daughter, but with no
relatives to care for her she ran away too. Nobody's seen anything of her for
years. Why do ask?"
Kelden didn't answer. Grieving, he walked away.
Wandering down the streets he remembered fondly, Kelden thought about his
life. All he had left was the home he shamefully abandoned. He thought about
how the dragonarmies so easily destroyed his life. He remembered how no one
came to Qualinesti's aid, forcing them to flee. He knew they could depend on
no one.
He came upon a poster. He knew now what he cared about most. The poster read
"TO all those with Elven blood..."
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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
And so the next chapter has begun......
by Rustian, posted on Wed May 10 07:03:43 2023.
After murdering his father Rustian was given the choice either join the
conclave or die..... he chose to join becoming (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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Astinus says '
There are 78 authors starting with the letter K
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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