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 brief catalogue to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Kesh' scribed in glowing grey ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Kesh's book..

  
Author:    Kesh           
Date:      Wed Dec 16 10:25:06 2009
Subject     Palanthas, Born and Bred


On the day of Soldai, 17th the Month of Bran, Gerrard Kesh Greyhem was
born unto Atael and Brine, a young and optimistic couple. Today Brine
Greyhem, a bright and intelligent shipping captain, became both a proud
father and the head of a newly formed business venture. Greyhem-Palanthas
Incorporated, then a single ship company, was born just hours before the
infant. 

Today, the Greyhem-Palanthas Shipyard is a prominent company, a respectable
and money-generating operation that is, in the eyes of some, largely
responsible for a new rising middle class. Just as Brine lovingly raised his
son, so did he lovingly nurture his fledgling enterprise. Kesh and the
shipyard grew up together, and the young master Greyhem was often found (and
scolded by his worrying mother) around his father's warehouse. Kesh loved to
watch the hustle and bustle of the warehouse, the gruff and weathered
sailors hauling and loading boxes of every product and luxury imaginable. 

And as the boy and shipyard grew, so did the fortunes of all Brine Greyhem's
friends and employees. Just the right combination of luck, determination and
manageable setbacks allowed for steady growth. And perhaps, if Brine had
played his cards correctly, the Greyhem could have been swept off to rub
shoulders the smug and haughty nobles of Palanthas.

But Brine had no interest in standing around idly, chattering on about
weather and fashion. Without any noble lineage whatsoever, they Greyhems
would have been forever doomed to a miniscule status. Instead, Brine
gathered to himself men of action, philosophy and literature. Contemporary
thinkers and common-born gentlemen were always welcome at Greyhem hearth.
Perhaps the Solamnic nobles of Palanthas were jealous, hating to see a
common family prosper, but a rift grew between the old families and the new
rising wealth. And young Kesh grew up being told by great men, tutors and
mentors that he symbolized a new wealth in Palanthas. 

And Kesh believed them, growing in a strong, charismatic leader. He is well
known throughout Palanthas, especially amongst the maritime population. And
slowly, he has begun to gain influence in other spheres. 

Author:    Kesh           
Date:      Wed Nov 17 18:45:44 2010
Subject     Skipping town.



Kesh Reveliere leans against an unlit lamppost, shoulder propped against the
cold metal stem, intently grooming his nails with a slim file. He is the
only visible figure on the lonely Palanthian avenue, uncommonly cool in the
descending darkness. In the distance, a small flame ignites as the
lamplighters begin their nocturnal task. 

Like the constellations of the gods, the lamps of Palanthas begin to outline
the glorious city. In a few moments, the entire city will be emit a soft
glow through the fog, a beacon of light through the night. But it is a
fleeting metaphor, for the lamplighters guild know it's business well. By
the birth of dawn, the lamps will be but smoldering wisps.

And by then, Kesh Reveliere intends on being a richer man.

He waits patiently, watching the line of lights march onward like dutiful
ants. But he frowns, wondering if his man will come through. He files slower
now, less interested in his fingers. And finally, a sequence of three lamps
are suddenly expunged. They leave a gap at the edge of Central Palanthas,
home of the wealthiest residents of the lordcity.



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Dancing through the shadows, Kesh makes his way across the rooftops of
Central Palanathas. Ducking and weaving, he stops only at irregular
intervals; behind chimneys or high vaulted terraces or inside window sills.
Upon reaching the end house, he swiftly swings down the side with
arm-wrenching drops. His limber arms and legs allow him to navigate various
holds; the odd brick, more window sills and deco placed by pompous
homeowners. 

"By the now, the slain servants would have been discovered" Kesh thinks to
himself, his heart racing against his chest. "How could they have known
exactly where I was to enter! And armed nonetheless, I've been betrayed!"
Indeed, it seemed that the two servants, now lying in a pool of blood, were
expecting Mr. Reveliere. 

Finally landing down, Kesh ditches his bloodied file into some bushes. He
himself was badly cut, deep red seeing through his shirt and cloak. But the
servants are worse off, their eyes brutally slashes out by the dull file. 

Now heading straight for the docks, Kesh races along as fast as the shadows
allow. Not far behind, he hears the shuffle of armored guards and the rattle
of swords in scabbards...A boat! Dark and seemingly uninhabited, Kesh has no
other option for escape. He quickly scales the outside rigging and slips
onboard.

He's safe, or so he prays. 
   

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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

Kachzer Kaede Kael Kaelay Kaeptakus Kafir Kah Kailen Kailith Kaine Kaji Kalawax Kalevi Kalrakin Kamafal Kamodo Kanagi Kaplan Karas

Karasu Karezak Kark Karnis Karsa Kavin Kayla Kedrian Kelden Keldore Kentaro Keraz Kerix Kerrok Kesh Kessa Kestren Keval Kevril

Khakarot Khanon Khariif Kharthox Khayman Khel Khevin Khin Khoren Khyldes Kiania Kilandara Kilanthas Kilst Kinian Kiran Kiri Kiyohime Kline

Klonk Knife_of_Dracart Knom Konan Konnor Korlia Kosch Krall Kraven KreShar Kreus Kromarius Kroog Krullaby Kryonara Kylan Kythlion Kyzzec

Astinus says 'There are 75 authors starting with the letter K who have stories in the Palanthas library.'