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 paper booklet to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Tucha' scribed in unearthly blue ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Tucha's book..


Author: Tucha Date: Thu Mar 27 15:23:59 2014 Subject A bit of a history of Tucha

Sighing with boredom, Tucha muses about how she ended up, spending her free time, trying to use her dagger and pierce the guard of the dressmaker mannequin. When will she learn to hold her temper. Born in a Dargonesti seaport village, Tucha was tiny, petite even for an elf. Her huge almond shaped eyes were iridescent, like liquid sapphires, her nose pert, her long hair was silver-white, especially in the moon light. Growing up youngest, her siblings teased her constantly, especially about her minute size, calling her a gnome or worse. But when her temper was aroused, look out. Tucha would stand still, her hands at her side, her eye flashing and magic would fill the room causing everyone to seek cover. That was how she got her name. After one such episode, her father took Tucha in his arms, calming her, "My daughter, you must learn to control your temper. You are like a stormcloud, a Tucha, appearing suddenly, a flash of lightning and then everyone runs indoors." That name stuck and soon everyone in the village called her Tucha. On her name day on her 18th birthday, Tucha looked at her reflection in the nearby stream, smoothing her pale blue robe. On this day, the village elders would decide if she was ready to study with Shamaness Tair, to take her place defending and protecting the village. After what seemed an eternity, the elders summoned her to their tent, each face solemn and unsmiling. Nervous, she entered the tent and curtsied, giving her name and family. At first the test seemed easy - she answered their questions and relaxed in their presence. However, then disaster struck. One of the elders spoke up. "Tucha, tiny one, is your magic strong enough? Can you light the ceremonial candle here in the tent?" Tucha felt her temper rising, and took a deep breath. "Of course, as you request." Summoning her power, she closed her eyes, picturing the candle in her mind. Opening her eyes, she gave the word of power, but her robe slipped over her fingers and began to burn. Panicking now, Tucha pulled back the burnt sleeve and released all her power, a bright light erupted in the room, setting the tent on fire. Soon calls for water were heard and at last the fire was extinguished. The elders met in secret and then called Tucha back into the tent. The elder sighed deeply. "Tucha, you have demonstrated that you are not ready. How can we teach you even stronger magic. The entire village could be destroyed." Blinking back tears, the petite elf stared back at the elders, her future ruined. "No", was all she replied at first. Then in a quiet but determined voice, "so be it. I will find others to teach me and who knows, perhaps someday the village will proud of me." That was how Tucha ended up an apprentice War Witch. You might want to stand back if she ever gets mad.



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Sorin squints, frowns and brings his fingertips together on his lips. He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "(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

Tachande
Tahmus
Takhisis
Taliesin
Talin
Talwin
Taman_Busuk
Tamfa
Tamgellin
Tamriel
Tanthalis
Tarantel
Targaard
Tariadal
Tarll
Tarnk

Tarones
Tarothin
Tarrian
Taur
Taurenthalas
Tavin
Tayraen
Teague
Tecla
Teldor
Tellumaelnor
Terrsa
Tesnos
Thaddeus
Thaeden
Thalijar

Tharion
Thearn
Thelas
Thoras
Thrgen
Tiberius
Tilsivis
Tiroth
Tnaxz
Tobeo
Tobias
Toma
Torlith
Tourach
Tranch
Treikh

Trevalin
Treyen
Tridessa
Tristan
Trixel
Tsugaru
Tucha
Twistreed
Tymiss
Tyranael
Tyranisalath
Tyril
Tyrolan
Tywin

Astinus says 'There are 62 authors starting with the letter T who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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