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 dirty book showing much wear to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Marcus' scribed in dark purple ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Marcus's book..


Author: Marcus Date: Tue Mar 2 18:33:05 2010 Subject Marcus Marcus's existence had been an isolated one; he had cut himself off from the rest of the civilized world upon learning of the hostility that people showed to those like him, and lived in the wilderness in order to protect himself from the aggression that people in cities and villages displayed upon learning of his 'talents.' From the time Marcus was young and orphan, he had resided alone excepting his friend and mentor, Morkyba Ayuriano. He, as well, possessed these abnormal abilities that people called "magic"...but he was, at the time, stronger than Marcus. He could spew forth balls of fire with a thought, turn himself invisible with a flick of his fingers, gather the wind and call forth powerful beasts, and summon bolts of lightning from the heavens above. Morkyba had told Maarcus that with time and perseverance, he, too, would be able to do these things; he had told him that there had been a time where many of the people of world had been "mages" and had used this "magic" to shape and create the land that was today. However, just as Marcus had reached the age that normal folk defined as early-adulthood, Morkyba had passed away. In the final hours of his life, he had told him one last story, about a land far across the Sea, where "magic" was considered not a curse but an Art; people like Marcus and him were respected. With his dying breath, Morkyba urged him to seek out this land. With nothing but his shunned powers, the clothes on his back and the last words of a dying friend, he traveled from the wilderness that he had called home all those years, and upon reaching the coastal city of Palanthas, began inquiring after a journey to look for that land. Such were the threads of his destiny woven, for an adventure beyond his wildest dreams awaited him at the other end of the Sea, an adventure that would entwine him in events much larger than his mortal mind could possibly begin to imagine... at the exact moment that Marcus passed through the city gates of Palanthas, the destiny set events in motion for this young mage that surely will change the way he used to see life Author: Marcus Date: Mon Apr 12 18:42:21 2010 Subject Ladies go to heaven? Marcus lounged there within the shadows in his dark clothes. His nose and mouth were briefly lit by a struck of a sweet smell. The streets in Palanthas were touched with a hint of a coming cold night, leaves skittered in the gutter, disturbed by the unnamed things that traveled there... For a long time, though, the street had been empty, that's why this spot, this perfect spot, was chosen. So when death came it would be lonely, swift and silent. It would go unremarked until the street sweepers came in the morning, sleepy from a night of dreaming about better things and found the empty husk ready for the grave. Suddenly he heard it. Footsteps and the sweet smell grew in intensity. Dark thoughts came to Marcus mind, his hands trembling a little with neither excitement nor fear. He meditated on the clarity of the moment or perhaps there was a thread of regret, or remorse, but perhaps not. The footsteps approached and finally Marcus could find out where that delicious sweet smell came from. The lady perhaps felt the mist of the fog enclose her and knew the menace in the shadow or this one would be the last she'd ever see. Her eyes darted into every dark doorway looking for the reaper who would gather her up in an icy embrace . Looking for the bright spark, the bark of a dagger, the bite of death and the draining away of warm life, of blood and hope and tomorrow. Her heart was slowly taken out from her chest... "This is going to make my master very pleased" Marcus grinned evilly... Author: Marcus Date: Mon Apr 12 23:10:28 2010 Subject A young woman's death wish. Marcus put the lady's heart into a pouch to keep it fresh as he was heading directly to his next victim. He surreptitiously glided past buildings in the dark shadows without a sound, his black hood flaring in the wind. He ran across the damp fields, splashing up puddles as he sprinted through the villageHis eyes sharpened as if engaging a deep supernatural vision. With his back low and eyes sharp Marcus soon found himself on a dark alley in the city of Caergoth where once again an evil feeling invaded his mind and body, this time his hands were not trembling, the thought of slaying again made him blushed of satisfaction. His black cape flapping behind him as a soft breeze elevated it slightly. Marcus slipped out a dagger, gripping it tightly he stared directly to a young woman who apparently couldn't find her way home and started into a run and leapt up. The blade pointing directly in front of her. The young woman turned round suddenly and gaspedBut it was too late the blade had already sunk deep into her flesh. Blood oozed out and droplets splashed onto the planked floor the young woman man tried to scream but the assassin grabbed his neck tightly and started to utter words forcing the woman to convulse horrifically. Suddenly thick red fluid gushed out of his mouth and the wound, his nerves pumping and shaking. All of a sudden the woman's last breath softly seeped from her mouth and she collapsed to the floor silently... Blood spattered hard against the wall behind him, his facial expression turned to a bland grimace, his eyes blurring cold blue before the victim fell to the floor in a heap. Marcus grinned with hatred as he stood up, his waxed boots echoing as he strode away, a grim shadow covering his face. "The Mission was accomplishedI shall hurry to my master and deliver these gifts to him"

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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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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

Mabius
Maccus
Maddocks
Maik
Maire
Makarth
Malache
Malak
Malar
Malen
Malicai
Malmere
Malsvir
Maranth
Maraxas
Maraxus
Marcus

Mariala
Marian
Mariasana
Marik
Marpo
Marrock
Marthesa
Marus
Masticore
Mathias
Mathios
Mayhem
Mazerith
Mazik
Medea
Mellande
Melody

Menith
Mennik
Menoch
Mephiston
Merek
Merianne
Meriele
Merla
Merridew
Merthos
Michael
Miella
Mikael
Minak
Miral
Miranda
Misto

Mizarod
Moctah
Mogli
Monadan
Mondraiken
Moonheart
Mordecai
Mordiar
Morgion
Morguldon
Murik
Mwagdun
Mykas
Mystearica
Mystic
Myzery

Astinus says 'There are 67 authors starting with the letter M who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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