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 worn folio to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lidaiun' scribed in glowing yellow ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Lidaiun's book..
Author: Lidaiun
Date: Mon Dec 27 04:01:47 2010
Subject Starting Anew
A warship cuts through the rippling surface, creating waves of its own.
Oars row steadily to the drum beats, and heavy grunts can be heard between
breaks. The canvas swells up from a strong gust, propelling the body
forward; the Red Condor proudly pruning upon it. Several horned figures,
grayed out by fog and distance, move about the deck. At the prow, one
scrutinizes the coast, populated with boulders and foliage. As the ship
glides by, another horned figures stirs from the undergrowth.
"Guess my absence was noted." the minotaur mutters. Once sails are no longer
visible, she emerges from the shadows. She shakes off leaves, twigs, and
large clumps of dirt clinging to her once-white fur. Weeks of skirting the
search party has dyed the albino a dark greyish brown. But the eyes remain
typically red. She shifts slightly and an angle of light glances off,
emitting a flash of brass.
Absentmindedly, Lidaiun touches the left horn where it's broken at the tip.
Grimacing, she secures the leather straps of her armor, and layers some
cloth to silence the chainmail around her waist. Steel plates welded to her
forearms gleam dully as she clears a path through the brush. Lidaiun comes
upon a crossroad; a sign points north towards Lacynos. Below the sigh hangs
a weathered parchment. It's on to its last nail, positioned at a steep angle
with one corner up. She peers at it, the worn lettering reads
"M-E-R-C...A-R..Y...Adv..n..ure..For..ne...Tars..."
The minotaur assumes the last part refers to Tarsis, a good several months
travel from Mithas. Well, it's a start she shrugs. Keeping to the dense
growth and shadows off the main road, Lidaiun continues north. A few hours
elapse and the Gates of Lacynos loom in the distance. Armed guards can be
seen patrolling the towers and gates. First things first, getting past the
guards... Then figuring how to acquire passage to Palanthas.
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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
Background Story #2
by Zomig, posted on Wed Nov 27 13:18:08 2019.
Finally making it to Palanthas guided by Solinari i set out to search for
the Conclave. Much to my suprise they are now(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 37 authors starting with the letter L
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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