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 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. ************************************ 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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A Way Forward by Gorigar, posted on Mon Apr 16 08:26:05 2018.

I'd suffered these fools long enough. I'd them devote themselves to inferior gods, dabble in magic, join armies and (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

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.'
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