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 journal to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Tarones' scribed in purple ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Tarones's book..


Author: Tarones Date: Wed Jul 9 23:34:16 2008 Subject stop... collaborate and listen I have always kept to myself. As long as others left me alone, I wouldn't bother them. This kept me out of a lot of problems throughout my life. Funny to find myself in this situation! "Give us your coin-purse and we'll think about sparing you," chuckled the head of the group of bandits surrounding me. he other joined in, brandishing iron shortswords. The group were a normal lot of road scum. Most of them needed a bath 5 years ago and new clothing 5 years earlier than that. The leader, on the other hand, was wearing newer chainmail armor and a glinting longsword. The longsword was most likely not his. It seemed to be of Solamnic origin and definitely made of steel (something rare these days). I just shook my head. "You can definitely try, but I would think it wise to mind your own," I said quietly. The others looked over to their leader and back to their prey. The leader just nodded and flung forward. With whisper and a quick movement of my hand, a barrage of sparks flew from my finger tips into his gut . Frozen in a horrible expression of shock and disbelieve, the lead bandit fell forward. The others stopped dead in their tracks. They turned heel quickly and try to run. Snickering, I continued to blast them down, one by one. "Killing school children would be easier!" I yelled out to them. Yes, leave others alone and I will be left alone, but that didn't hold true for long. The reality of the situation is people won't leave you alone if they think they can control, manipulate, or squash you. "I will have power, and soon these simple fools will bow to me" I said as i continued hastily on to my destination. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've lived a normal life. Well, as normal as one could have if they didn't know who they are or where they have came from. I could have been a noble's son or a peasant's. It matters not. I've wandered from town to village for the last 5 years searching for the answers to my past. What I do remember is waking up on the night of the eye, staring up at the sky in the middle of a clearing in the forrest outside of Solace. The only things that I believe has to do with my past are the branding on my right arm and the magic and Art that flows in my veins. I find spells flaring in my mind like words of fire. Spells I can't remember learning or practicing. All I know is I wish to know more of this intoxicating magic. To grow in the Art. Who knows, along the way, I may find out who I was and am. So, I continue to travel to find the Tower at Wayreth and learn more of the Art. Author: Tarones Date: Tue Jul 29 22:21:11 2008 Subject Enduring Frost and Ice This beast...this damned beast. It's been four weeks out here in the cold. Blistering, numbing cold, encrusting my entire being. Even with my minor protections from the environments, it's still horrible. I've been watching this lumbering beast walk back and forth from this cavern the entire time. Finding the irrating loathsome creature was easy, getting these salts are another thing. Every time I got close enough to gather them, it would either see me and chase me off or the salts would rot into the ice too damn quick. I've tried almost everything, from shooting magical missiles, to lightning bolts. I even threw conjured salted meats at him, but to no avail. Even going invisible, the irritating creature finds me by my smell, I assume. "I cannot fail when I have came so close!" I muttered as I slammed my fist into the snow. Today will be different. I have stalked this beast for weeks. I found out that the creature goes to the glaciers edge every other day, drinking from the run off and coming back to hunt. This time, he would find it to be a very different time indeed. I watched as it shuffled towards the edge to get drink, as it so often does. It was then that I set my plan in motion. I whispered a few words and a fireball struck the top of the glacier. The ground started to shake and shift as the avalanche came rushing down. I had casted a simple fly spell on myself as a precaution. The creature tried to keep his balance as he started slowly falling down the side of the glacier. Laughing with glee, I flew down the side after the frost atronach. It screamed in frustration as it flailed around. The more it flailed, the more of the salts flew off it's body. I swooped in close to it to start gathering it, but it swiped at my face. Grazing me, I growled and struck back with a spell. It seemed to only infuriate the creature, and he continued to swipe back with much ferocity. I then pulled a pinch sand out of one of the many pouches hanging within my robe. I then threw it at the beast, blinding him. I gathered my composure and got back to collecting the salts. With the vial I had prepared for this, I flew around multiple times and collected them. As we approached the ocean near the edge of the glacier, I pulled up from plunging into the cold fridged ice water. The creature hollowed its rage as it fell to it's death. Yet another victim has fallen for my art. Hopefully the next task will not require me to go to such extreme temperatures.

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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 Shadow in the Dark by Mwagdun, posted on Tue Nov 27 19:09:03 2018.

The black velvet robes of the mage flutter in the gentle breeze as he exits the darkness of the forest into the circle (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
Thalor
Tharion

Thearn
Thelas
Thoras
Thrgen
Thyrix
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 64 authors starting with the letter T who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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