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 heavy platinum-covered book to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Uggluk' scribed in glowing green ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Uggluk's book..
Author: Uggluk
Date: Fri Jan 16 06:57:01 2009
Subject The Dream
Lightning crackled through the sky, and the thunder shook the very ground
that the small hut was constructed upon. As the tent flap flailed wildly in
the story and rain poured freely into the small dwelling, the inhabitant
tossed wildly in his sleep. Even with a storm of this magnitude thrashing
about him, the young ogre could not be torn from what seem to be a coma of
torture.
"Travel east... to Neraka!" hissed a voice.
The voice in his head had such an awful screech, like a thousand serpents
screaming in his ears. This was the only thing that could apparently wrestle
the ogre from his dreadful sleep, and he sat up panting, sweating and on
edge. He had no idea what had brought such an awful fit upon him, and truth
be told he was not entirely such what he had seen in the dream, but the
voice, and its message would not leave his mind.
He had never left Bloten, he'd really never seem a reason to, but the
mysterious voice in his dreams was not one to be questioned. He would leave
first thing in the morning, and leave the reasoning up to fate.
"Neraka..." He said to himself. "The Vice said Neraka..."
(To be continued...)
Author: Uggluk
Date: Fri Jan 16 19:22:16 2009
Subject The Journey Begins
Morning came, and the harsh storms raged on. The typically desolate and
dry climate of Blode seemed more like swamplands this day break.
Nevertheless the trek could not, would not be delayed for any reason. It
took the ogre no time at all to pack, he was poor, even by ogre standards
and could carry his belongings on his back. His family was gone, killed in
an uprising again one of the chieftains from years past, at this point he
had lost track of how long ago. He doubted he would ever return to this
place, and he had no sorrow in that thought.
Navigating away from the village proved to be rather simple, this area of
Blode was relatively flat, and he covered a great distance in his first few
days of travel. He did not stop, nor did he even eat, it was like he was
acting against his own will. By the time he reached the distant mountains he
was in a zealous frenzy, and it wasn't until a vicious strike of lighting
crackled to the ground in front of him, sending him toppling, did he finally
come to his senses. Shaking his head and finally coming to, he realized that
he was exhausted, starving and needed badly to rest. To his surprise the
lightning strike had hollowed out an openning in the wall of the pass, just
large enough for him to hunker down in. He drug his exhausted body into the
make-shift shelter and ate a small ration of the meat he had brought with
him. Shortly after he began to drift to sleep. Suddenly, in his last moments
of consiousness he caught a glimmer of something in the dir t in front of
him. In his hazy state he reached down to grab the object and was shocked to
find that it was a scale, a very large black scale.
"Neraka!" The voice in his head hissed again.
He soon drifted to sleep...
(To be continued...)
Author: Uggluk
Date: Sat Jan 17 04:35:00 2009
Subject The Journey Continues
Nearly three days passed before the young ogre awoke, but rest was the
last thing that he had recieved. For over two straight days he tossed and
turned, slamming into the walls of his small inclosure as he tried
desperately to escape the hissing voice in his head, a voice that had seemed
to multiply into more and more voices with each word they spoke. Finally,
after it seemed as though no more of these awful voices could cram
themselves into the cavity of his skull, images join in on the torment. He
saw a dragon, black as midnight, black as the scale he had seem shortly
before drifting into this frightful coma. Then it was a dragon with two
heads, then three, four, five. The color of the dragon changed, or did it?
He couldn't tell the pain was too much but it would not release him.
At last, and from what he could tell for no apparent reason, he came back to
conciousness but the glare of the sun was blinding, had the storms passed
while he was out? No, he realized as he felt the raining continuing to
splatter against his skin, but still he could see nothing. Driven to the
point of near madness, he barrelled out into the storm, crashing down the
mountain pass like a giant, crazed boulder.
After what seemed like ages he collapsed on the dirt, and his vision seemed
to coming around. He peered up and for the first time in what seemed like
ages he felt something other than pain. There was a sign in front of him, it
read "Neraka Outskirts." He had arrived.
Perhaps from the wild running, or maybe from relief that the voice had seem
to have left him, he slumped on the ground and began to drift off again.
"Takhisis..." The hissing voice was back. At this the ogre was fully awake,
and very very alert.
(To be continued)
Author: Uggluk
Date: Sat Jan 17 18:36:04 2009
Subject Enlistment
Weeks had passed since the ogre had arrived in Neraka. He had manage to
scrap together enough coin doing this and that to buy himself lodging for a
brief time. He knew he wouldn't be staying long, for his purpose had become
clear to him over the passing nights since he first heard the Voice. The
Voice, or rather Voices as they had multiplied to sound as though an entire
army was screaming in his head, had ceased to be a harsh tormentor, and had
grown into a guiding light.
The Voices had talked of the scale he had found in the mountains, how it was
a symbol of what his future would hold. At first he did not understand what
this could mean, but during his time in Neraka he came to learn of a vast
force known as the Dragonarmies. Dragons of all colors represented the
various orders of this army, and sure enough their were black dragons
present as well.
Ogre though he may be, it wasn't long before he realized what the Voices had
meant, what his future was. He wasted no time seeking out this army, he
would do whatever he must to join their ranks, the Voices demanded it.
The Voices were all that mattered, they drove him, the pushed him, and he
loved it. He had never felt so sure of what his life meant, and he knew the
world would come to know his name.
At long last everything made since to him, and the Voices, they had a
name... Takhisis... The Queen had chosen him.
(To be continued)
Author: Uggluk
Date: Mon Jan 19 18:35:01 2009
Subject An Objective
All seemed to be going well for the newly relocated ogre. He had arrived
in Neraka, enlisted in the black wing of the Dragonarmies, and seemed to
have been genuinely accepted as a valued member of the order. However he had
oticed something rather odd, while the halls of the Dragonarmy barracks were
constantly bustling with with activity, very rarely, if ever did he come
across a fellow member of his order.
Of course there were the barracks patrols, and gate guards, and even a
fellow recruit on rare occasion, but he had never actually met his
superiors.
Where had his orders and assignments been coming from? He decided that he
would respect the other orders as well he should, but from now on he would
make himself exclusively available to the wishes of his Highlord.
After some lengthy investigation, and many dead ends he had come to learn
that his order was infact under to jurisdiction of the higher, more 'elite'
orders while the black throne was vacant. How could this be? Surely Takhisis
had not come to him and deemed this to be his fate. He had to figure this
out.
Not being much for prayer, he was rather confused when he walked into the
temple. He sat down on one of the benches, he would wait, Takhisis would
come back to him and tell him what to do.
(To be continued...)
Author: Uggluk
Date: Thu Feb 5 00:55:21 2009
Subject A Message
Standing on the hilltop over looking the walls of Palanthas, the ogre
grinned with insanity in his eyes. Hunting had not been the best for the
past few weeks, but his victims had not escaped without injury. Bending
down, he began to hoist what could only be described as the most gruesome
message Krynn had seen in ages.
A pole crafted from various mangled limbs and bones, held together by the
very organs that they once protected, form a crude frame almost like a
banner. Stretched across the totem of gore, there is a canvas crafted from
stiched together skin fragments of at least a dozen seperate victims.
Finally, painted on with blood the message read "Serve Takhisis, Or Die by
Her Hand."
With a loud grunt, the ogre slammed the totem into the ground, securing it
to the hilltop, for all that witnessed it to see. The people of Palanthas
would not mistake his intentions. Takhisis would reign supreme over this
world, it was his purpose to see to it, and he would NOT fail his queen.
(To be continued...)
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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 7 authors starting with the letter U
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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