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 massive tome bound in dragonskin to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Morgion' scribed in glowing brown ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Morgion's book..
Author: Morgion
Date: Thu Sep 9 02:09:21 2010
Subject [FWD] WAR ZOMG
The dark forest was closing in on him. At least, thats how it seemed
to Riverwind as he ran, following the rough path. His hands were sweating
while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he carried. Sick, and
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the branches that snapped at his tall
frame.
He couldnt shake the memories. Death on black wings! And those creatures...
he shook his head as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as
he remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.
A noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and his missed
his step and fell, landing hard on the ground.
Well, well, well. What have we got here? A high, nasal voice asked
rhetorically. A short man emerged from the forest, flanked by two
other men who held spears.
Look at that, boys! That staff looks right nice. His tone hardened
Howd a plainsman come into such a nice staff? Likely stole it, as not.
Probably a hefty reward for its return.
Riverwind clutched the staff, preparing to fight. He looked to the side,
and saw more men emerging from the forest. He knew he had to act quickly.
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching one of the men in the stomach.
The staff seemed to flare in the dim lighting, and the man crumpled. Again,
Riverwind swung the staff, this time cracking the head of another man
who was trying to flank him. Then he ran.
He never saw the arrow that took him in the back. It rolled him over, and
the shaft broke, driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back. He
heard footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision.
There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have avoided all
of this. Damn shame. The man tried to pick up the staff, but dropped
it with a yell.
Someone wrap that damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.
Well have to find a good place to sell it.
And so, the blue crystal staff was lost once more.
OOC: War is once again upon the continent of Ansalon.
For more information on the rules please visit the wiki page:
http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War
Author: Morgion
Date: Thu Sep 9 02:10:36 2010
Subject A New Beginning
The dark forest was closing in on him. At least, thats how it seemed
to Riverwind as he ran, following the rough path. His hands were sweating
while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he carried. Sick, and
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the branches that snapped at his tall
frame.
He couldnt shake the memories. Death on black wings! And those creatures...
he shook his head as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as
he remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.
A noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and his missed
his step and fell, landing hard on the ground.
Well, well, well. What have we got here? A high, nasal voice asked
rhetorically. A short man emerged from the forest, flanked by two
other men who held spears.
Look at that, boys! That staff looks right nice. His tone hardened
Howd a plainsman come into such a nice staff? Likely stole it, as not.
Probably a hefty reward for its return.
Riverwind clutched the staff, preparing to fight. He looked to the side,
and saw more men emerging from the forest. He knew he had to act quickly.
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching one of the men in the stomach.
The staff seemed to flare in the dim lighting, and the man crumpled. Again,
Riverwind swung the staff, this time cracking the head of another man
who was trying to flank him. Then he ran.
He never saw the arrow that took him in the back. It rolled him over, and
the shaft broke, driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back. He
heard footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision.
There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have avoided all
of this. Damn shame. The man tried to pick up the staff, but dropped
it with a yell.
Someone wrap that damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.
Well have to find a good place to sell it.
And so, the blue crystal staff was lost once more.
OOC: War is once again upon the continent of Ansalon.
For more information on the rules please visit the wiki page:
http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War
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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
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:
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Astinus says '
There are 63 authors starting with the letter M
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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