The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Clark.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Clark' scribed in unearthly blue ink.


Author:    Clark          
Date:      Thu Jan  3 14:59:39 2019
Subject     Clark's Story entry 1

Winter Night, 3rd Dark Day There is a darkness that enters the mind these mornings, where the frost hangs on the precipice of a grass leaf, waiting for a sun that comes often too late this far north. I should not be here. The stench of death lingers through the frozen air. It is foul, rotten. It lies fresh upon the white blanket of snow, defiant to the old gods. Such decay should not occur in these cold lands, I sense there is dark magic at play here. My leather on my gloves is drying, I can hear it hard leather creak on my right hand as my thumb and finger rub together, an anxious twitch I developed some time ago. This place unsettles me, I should find shelter.

Author: Clark Date: Thu Jan 3 15:01:29 2019 Subject Clark's Story entry 2

Winter Night, 4th day I could not bring myself to make camp in the small huts scattering the remains of the village. After all this time, I still do not understand Humans. One might think an elf with a Human name would know more, yet it does little to shed light into this realm. Age has started to decay most of what remains, yet the old gods blessings are kept at bay. Even the most stubborn and strong vines do not find their way into the desolated village, they trace an intricate line across an invisible border. This is very peculiar, I will need to consult with some old contacts back in Palanthas. How did I come to live in this place? Secrets lost to time.

Author: Clark Date: Thu Jan 3 15:02:50 2019 Subject Clark's Story entry 3

Winter Night, 5th day I was awoken last night by a solitary goblin traveling through the night. I hesitated to give up my position, but it was clear, if I had not, there would soon enough be a mountain of goblins or whatever creatures this one serves arriving within a day or two. My wound still stunts me, I am not my old self. Do not tell them, but I do miss my old clan. We fought well together, and their support has forever been a light in dark places, but I had to leave, . I had to find the answers to my past. How did Martha and Luke come to care for a small elven Kagonesti boy? I remember my mother's face, she was young by elven years, but her skin betrayed her. How can humans live such short lives? It feels, unfair. I am reserved, tomorrow I will go to our hut. The grown is frozen over, so I cannot bury the goblin. I hope he is hidden well enough.

Author: Clark Date: Thu Jan 3 15:03:47 2019 Subject Clark's Story entry 4

Winter Night, 6th It is as I had feared for long, the hut did not provide many clues to anything. Much has been destroyed, and that which was not taken by force, the old gods have seen fit to take with age. One thing was made very clear to me, whatever force attacked this place was well armed. I had a dream last night, I remember blue flame, the sound of children crying, a worried look. I awoke in a cold sweat, the winter night did nothing to help. I fear this place might be making me sick. I am feverish.

Author: Clark Date: Thu Jan 3 15:05:04 2019 Subject Clark's Story entry 5

Winter Night, 7th The army is upon me, like jackals in the night, they have swarmed this place and discovered the goblin. They are looking for me, but I cannot bring myself to leave. SHE is here. I contemplated an attack, one swift blow could fell her. My position would be given up, but I would have my revenge. How the old gods tempt me with such folly. She is within my grasp, yet she is as impossible to grasp as the air itself. If I am discovered, I am resolved to execute it. Perhaps I will chance a sneak through the village tonight to get a closer look. She is one for elaborate things, that much is clear. My leg hurts more tonight. I do not know if it is because I am in proximity to its deliverer, or if it is simply this place. One thing is clear, I must leave tonight.

Author: Clark Date: Thu Jan 3 15:06:23 2019 Subject Clark's Story entry 6

Winter Night, 22nd Oathbreaking Promises have been broken. A promise of a mother to protect her child, a promise of peace, a promise of revenge. Zivilyn has made one thing clear to me, it is not my place to seek darkness. The natural order must be restored, but rightfully so, and no with anger and murder in my heart. Promises have been broken. A promise of a mother to protect her child, a promise of peace, a promise of revenge. Zivilyn has made one thing clear to me, it is not my place to seek darkness. The natural order must be restored, but rightfully so, and no with anger and murder in my heart. And so, as was custom with my people, my human people, I scar my arm today in defiance of the Oathbreaker, in defiance of the dark queen and her soldiers, in defiance of her, the blue flame that destroyed my home and my people, and make a promise to the natural order.

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

Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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