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 tattered paperback to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Verrochio' scribed in vibrant purple ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Verrochio's book..
Author: Verrochio Date: Wed Nov 8 23:18:30 2017 Subject Aftermath
As Verrochio tumbled over the railing of the Habbakuks Phoenix his arm still burned, the elf had dropped something after him however he was too preoccupied with trying to tear through his gauntlet to recognize much else. He was falling into the sea, he also needed to remove the rest of his armor, but this burning was more important than self preservation, then it happened. Verrochio felt the impact, but..it wasnt water? No, it was softer than it should have been, taking a quick glance around him he saw he was on a beach. This didnt make sense, if the mage wanted him dead why would transport him somewhere safe? Then a new burst of the burning brought his attention back to his sword arm, finally freeing his gauntlet and looking at his arm he had a moment to see something was burnt into his forearm before he noticed a shadow and had to dodge his shield and flail falling from the portal above being it zipped shut. So many questions, no answers, what was happening here? The ships were nowhere in sight, no sign of battles, no ring of steel, no undead, no anything. Bringing back his composure Verrochio starts to scan his surrounding, with the gauntlet off and the burning subsiding he can focus slightly. Looking around, with no immediately recognizable threat or movement, Verrochio rips a piece of his cape and ties it around his arm to keep the burn from getting sand in it causing further discomfort. Picking up his shield he walks over and attempts to lift his flail, while not an easy task he does manage to get it in its holster on his back and begins to explore this place. Walking along Verrochio can see a few boats out in the sea giving him the idea it might not be good to get caught, pulling back into the foliage and resting for a moment Verrochio starts to feel the events of the day take their toll. Looking around one more to scan for movement and not seeing anything he closes his eyes for a short rest, today has been a long day. Verrochio woke up, startled by what sounded like stampeding bulls through the forest towards his location, still pretty tired and not as dexterous as he once was he barely makes it to his feet before being surrounded. A hunting party? Or maybe another invasion force? As they get closer Verrochio can make out angular features, horns, kilts, and they were quite a bit taller than he is. This must be a minotaur island, as they crept closer Verrochio made sure to not make any sudden moves and simply waited for them to approach him. What are you doing here? one of them asked, still masked in the shadows. I am Verrochio Uth Blevin, High Clerist of the Knights of Solamnia. I mean you no harm, my ships were attacked at sea and I wound up on this beach. Where am I? One of the minotaurs stepped forward, taller than the others and lit a torch, in the flame light it was clear he was a minotaur however he appeared unlike the blood sea minotaurs Verrochio had encountered before. Slimmer but just as muscular and slightly taller. Could they possibly be the minotaurs that follow Kiri-Jolith? This might be a blessing...
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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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Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost...But Most Are by Daksarai, posted on Wed Aug 15 15:24:09 2018.
Ladies and gentlemen! Daksarai here, and I am back with another story. Where will this one be I wonder? I imagine it wi(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
Verain Verant Verrochio Versivius Viceryn Vilakreth Vinzentius |
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