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 concise treatise to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Malak' scribed in unearthly black ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Malak's book..
Author: Malak Date: Sat Sep 1 02:26:10 2018 Subject Travels & Travails
I will start my story in the Rainward Isles, through the aptly named Storm seas and into Old Aurim. While there I traveled the edge of The Hitehkel, part of my pilgrimage, and wandered northwards through the Shining Lands into Ilmach where I earned some little coin escorting small caravans to Malton. It was there that I ran afoul of the local smuggler's guild and crossed the straights to Faroen in the Okami district, where I was still followed across the Steamwall Mountains until we reached Thenol, there where I was no longer interesting to those bounty hunters, cowardly lot. Not that I am any braver than the rest, but Thenol was preferable to the rack and having my 'wings' plucked for the amusement of the Tamirians. I had enough funds to more or less work my way southeast-ish to New Aurim. New Aurim. Hardly looked any better than Old Aurim, but who can account for the distinction? I took again to my blade, protection for a price, and taught some skills to the local strong-arms, worked my way as a guard into the Blackwater Glade, until I once again ran afoul of the local 'crime' families, and used the last of my wealth to the first ship out to a place called Ansalon, southwest of 'home'. As the days dragged on, I became bored. I am not one for long journeys on small boats, and even a ship of the high seas becomes quite the small prison when there is nowhere to go unless you wanted to swim and risk being landfood for the sea life. So, I suffered. Quietly at least. One morning, while I was wasting time with some light bladeplay with a few of the crew, I noticed one of the passengers, one who spent most of the time in the prow, watching the games. With a sneer and a look of contempt, it turned back to watching the water ahead. Not that I am terribly vain, I felt tinge of dismissal in that look. I found out later that the passenger was a native of the lands we were sailing to, someone of note so it was implied. That was even more annoying. Normally I take no notice of the looks I would get from some foreigners, they unaccustomed to my race, but this was day after day, and aboard a Taladasian vessel, where it was the curiosity. My irratation festered, right up until we reached our landfall. As I unloaded myself from that sea-going prison, I saw the cause of my ire leaving the dock. I moved to follow, but was soon caught up in the crowded unloading and noisy wharf side merchants busily trying to sell anything to everyone. I lost sight of that rogue, but breathed deeply, almost gagging at the stench of this place. As it were, I made it to Ke-Tat. Now to find new work.
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Brim & Raina by Zivilyn, posted on Thu Jul 28 18:22:22 2022.
Ps. Check out their stories (Aquimer didn't arpee stories). http://www.ansalon.net/?page_id=630&content=Raina http://w(read more)....
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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