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 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..'

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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: 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
Kaevar
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
Kristus
Kromarius
Kroog
Krullaby
Kryonara
Kurnous
Kylan
Kythlion
Kyzzec

Astinus says 'There are 78 authors starting with the letter K who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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