An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Athin.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Athin' scribed in maroon ink.

Author:    Athin          
Date:      Mon Jun  4 21:34:13
2007
Subject     I'm back

Getting angry and shame-filled looks, Athin
stumbled down the streets
of Theibardin to his favorite bar. Bursting loudly
through the door,
he slumped down on a stool and screamed.
'Spirits, you lazy
whore!'
Sighing 'Yes Sir', the barmaid filled his order and took his
money.
All of it. Athin was broke and that was it. There was nothing left
from
the past. Taking a long pull, Athin glanced around the room. Normally
noone
else would be in the disgusting, decrepit place. However, a human
covered
entirely in black robes was sitting quietly at a table.
 
Immediately Athin
assumed it was another sent by the Conclave to kill
him after he had abandoned
the moons. The human chose this moment to
look up, and they met eyes. Finishing
his spirits, Athin made a decision.
Slowly standing up, he moved over to the
table and plopped down next
to the man.
'If youre here to kill me as a
renegade, then do so. Ive got nothing
left for this life.
Chuckling, the man
responded in barely a whisper..
'No, I am not here for that. Rather, I come
with an offer. one that
may entice you to live just a bit longer'
Athin
sneered.
'Oh? Unless you want to pay for my spirits, there is nothing you
can
offer me.
Standing, Athin made his way towards the door.
You had potential
Athin Kantiran. But those three didnt see it, did
they. They feared what you
might become; what you were becoming'
 
Screaming in rage, Athin turned and
began to cast one of the few
spells he could remember. The words became jumbled
in his mouth however,
and the man wheezed in pleasure. Standing up, the man in
black
walked over to Athin and touched his forehead. Screaming in more
anger and
pain from his touch. Pulling out a dagger, Athin began to
lunge. He moved
sluggishly from the pain however, and the man easily
avoided the desperate
move.
'Try the spell again'
Confused, Athin again lunged in anger with his
dagger. The man stepped
into the movement and landed a punch square on Athin's
nose.
'Try again'
 
 
Stumbling up, Athin decided to be a bit more obedient
and humor the man
Uttering the words to a weak lightning bolt spell, Athin
pointed at the figure
expecting nothing to work. However, lightning began to arc
between his
fingers and in the exctasy of power he began throwing it around the
room.
The lightning hit the barmaid square in the chest, killing her instantly.
No matter
how much he tried though, his lightning would not touch the
human.
During this power frenzy, the man walked up to Athin and touched him
again
on the forehead and instantly Athins newfound powers were gone.
 
Athin
stumbled to the ground, angry and depressed at this demonstration
of power over
him. Looking at the man with greedy and pleading eyes,
he searched for something
to say. As the man turned and walked out, he
whispered one thing.
'The
Rustlord'

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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