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 pamphlet to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tellumaelnor' scribed in light red ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Tellumaelnor's book..
Author: Tellumaelnor
Date: Tue Sep 4 04:19:48 2007
Subject ...
In a galaxy not so far away, and not to long ago a mighty warrior was
plopped into this world. One day he was not walking the world, and then the
next the world knew the wrath of his axe. Travelling the world near and far
rogues and bandits learned to cower with fear when he walked near them.
Goblins and orcs fell by the score, many people feared him, though they
loved what he did. They all thought he had an odd air about him, one that
they thought might cause him to destroy them and not the evil doers. Many
times he was approched by townships to stay and protect them from raiders,
but always he would turn them ! Down. The road is his home, so he
continued to walk it, never wanting to limit himself, he wished to aid as
many as he could. His travels took him to many places, some not upon any
maps. Some how he always came back.
Author: Tellumaelnor
Date: Sun Nov 11 19:38:10 2007
Subject [FWD] Solamnic in Estwilde
[FWD Note] - [ 97] Tellumaelnor: Solamnic in Estwilde
[FWD Date] - Sun Nov 11 19:31:56 2007
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Twas early in the month Fierswelt, myself and my small band of men at
arms numbering only 14. Though our training was beyond reporch, we had lost
3 of our members recently due to the silent death that floats upon the night
air. Our moral was dropping as we scouted through the mountains of
Estwilde. The enemy knew that we were about as we had laid waste to several
military transports. The armour and weapons would aid ourselves as we waged
our small war. Hidden high up in the mountains where the snow never melts
was where we based ourselves. It had taken a small group many months to
find this hideen and easily defended place. It was doubted that even the
locals of the region knew that this cave exsisted, but it suited us
perfectly for what we needed to do, and for when our might was to be truly
felt would give us a defensivable position from which to rain down our fury.
On our raids of the military transports and caravans we would leave none
behind to tell of what was out in the woods. The corpses were taken into
the woods and buried in the ground, for we wanted them to think that there
was a large force in the mountains, for us this was as much about the
physcological aspect as it was the physical. The armies of darkness began
to send their caravans out more and more heavily armed, which was cause of
some concern for us, but from one of the caravans we had capatured it carred
many crossbows and barrels of bolts. We had had the time to fully set up a
proper ambush site where the entrance into a small valley was bottlenecked
and we were able to block both ends of the valley. From high above hidden
behind bolders we were able to fire down unhindered with the captured
crossbows, very quickly they began to throw down their weapons to surrender.
Walking down alone to speak to their leader one of them pulled a dagger from
his belt and tried to slash at me, he died with 10 bolts stuck in his chest,
and for his action all the remaining soldiers were put to death. As my men
searched the wagons to see what we had captured this time, I decided it was
time for us to step up our actions and the fear that we tried to instill in
the populus around us. Burying most of the bodies as always in the woods,
we had put 5 of them in one of the wagons, and with my men taking the
captured wagaons back to our encampment I took 3 other men and made my way
towards Kalaman. Waiting until nightfall we had fashinoned large stakes
from chopped down trees, and in the dead of the night in front of each of
the gates to the city of Kalaman we impaled the corpses on the stakes and
plated them in the ground upside down. Leaving the wagon in a field we took
the horses and rode back to our encampment knowing that early in the morning
there would be a large search for those that did this. For a week or two we
stayed in the encampment sending out only scouts to observe the motions and
actions of the enemy. They tore appart everything, destroying the farms of
their own citizens. It would appear that my gamble had paid off and that
their actions here would aid us in our bid to gain a strong foothold in this
important region. Though my scouts also came back and reported that many
villagers and farmers were fleeing their homes and taking their livestock
into the walled city of Kalaman. Once the enemy patrols slowed down and
became more lax we went out in force again, and we began looking at the
villages. We came to this one very secluded township, we watched it for
several days and we saw no activity. Though the only reason we watched and
waited at this village for though it was small its location was one of the
most defensible positons I had seen in a village near here. And though it
had not man-made fortifications they would not be hard to make. So late one
night, one where the moons themselves stayed hidden. We crept silently
through the streets and into the buildings. The only signs of life we found
were rats and birds, all the villigers having left carrying with them
whatever they could. That next morning sending two of my best riders I sent
them back to our main garrison in Palanthas to speak with the Grand Master
Maraxus. With them I sent a message stating my intentions of fortifying
this village and requesting a large contingent of soldiers so that when the
time was right we would be prepared to sweep into Kalaman and bring her to
the light.
Author: Tellumaelnor
Date: Sat Jan 30 22:57:57 2010
Subject on the plains
Bodies lay strewn across the plains of Solamnia. The grim reminder of the
battle fought between the forces of good and evil. It was a large battle
where many men gave their lives, unfortunatly for the side of good the
dragon armies had come out the victors. With the battle only recently over
the screams of the wounded pierce the air. As the air cools and darkness
approches the scavengers begin to appear. Howling coyotes and wolves can be
heard circling the battlefield, looking for an easy meal. The wounded men
throw aside old hatreds and huddle together in the darkness for protection
and warmth. Few dare to be caught alone against the wolves as they lay
wounded.
In the centre of battlefield loud cursing can be heard as the body of a
massive smelly ogre shakes and moves. Struggling from beneath the massive
beast Tellumaelnor emerges from beneath its corpse. His body covered in
blood and guts. As he stands he collapses from exhaustion and loss of blood
from his wounds. He lays there in the bloody and mud through out the night,
his breathing shallow and slow. Groggily he awakes in the mid day sun the
following afternoon. Blood and mud cacked to his armour and face. His body
stiff and sore.
As he begins to regain movement he calls upon the healing powers granted
upon him to heal himself. This little bit of healing power leaves him
feeling drained, but he knows that others are still alive on the battlefield
as he can hear their crie cries and wimpers. As the afternoon goes on his
strength returns to him and he begins to move through out the battlefield,
stopping to aid his fallen comrades and those of the enemy who ask for his
mercy and assistance. Some of the wounded dragon army soldiers spit upon him
as he heals those near by, and sighing to himself he ends thier life leaving
them for the wolves to devour.
As the 3rd night begins to approch Tellumaelnor has worked his way towards
the back of the battlefield and near the High Cleriest Tower. Watching the
ramparts he sees the flag of the dragon armies flying high above the towers,
and his heart sinks into the pit of his stomach. He gathers as many of the
Solamnics alive on the plains as he can and tells them of the situation. And
what must be done. Many of them are too wounded and ill to travel far and
those opt to stay behind and make their way into the woods to regain their
strength.
There are about 30 men who go with Tellumaelnor to rejoin the other knights
at their rally point. Traveling through the nights and sleeping durring the
day they make thier way to Caergoth. Reaching the port after several nights
of travel, they remain hidden in the woods uncertain to if the dragon armies
have gained control of the port or not. Several of the men venture into the
city to see what can been seen. Oddly they find the populas untouched but no
guards around at all. No Solamnics can be seen in the streets nor can any
from the dragon armiesl The men return along with Tellumaelnor bringing with
them food and information. And learn that Tellumaelnor has arranged for
transport to the isle of Sancrist upon a merchant ship. Meeting the ship
upon a gravel beach to the west of the city the knights wait into the wee
hours of the morning fearing a trap. They wait in the woods. As the hours
drag by and the darkness deepends they begin to fall asleep. When all of a
sudden the sounds of wood scrapping along the gravel cuts through the air. A
large row boat is driven up on shore and several sailors jump out to hold it
in place. They call out to the knights to hurry up as they need to make the
tide. Wary of a trap the knights emerge from the trees and board the row
boat. their hands gripped tightly around the hilts of their weapons. And
their cloaks pulling them tight against the cold night air. As they near the
merchant ship they can hear the captain bellowing orders to pull up anchor
and get ready to make way. As they climb up the ladder the men are hurried
into the holds where they are given warm blankets and food.
Author: Tellumaelnor
Date: Sat Jan 30 23:03:06 2010
Subject on the plains cont.
After seeing to his men Tellumaelnor heads back up top to talk to the
captain. As he stands by the captainand the tiller his head dips to his
chest and he falls fast asleep on the deck. For 2 days he lay passed out,
his men worried for him wrap him in blankets and pass broth through his
lips. When he does wake he seems to have forgoten where they are and he
reaches for his axe. As he reconigizes the faces around him and where he is
the captain comes in and tells them they are nearing the drop off point and
to get ready to board the row boat. As the men all board the boat,
Tellumaelnor pulls the captain aside and thanks him for his help and passes
him the small bag of gold that he has. As they near the shore they can see
the smoke from fires of a large camp. The men begin to feel better as they
know they are no longer alone. Thanking the sailors as they leave the row
boat the men make their way towards the camp and the voices of their
commrades. Forcing all his men to see the healers first, Tellumaelnor goes
off to report to Master Lanfer and report on what they hav have learned in
the past few days.
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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:
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Astinus says '
There are 66 authors starting with the letter T
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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