The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Egam.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Egam' scribed in unearthly brown ink.


Author:    Egam           
Date:      Mon Mar  9
15:17:47 2009
Subject     [FWD] Egam

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[160] Egam: Egam [FWD Date] - Mon Mar 9 01:32:05 2009
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Where to begin? It is hard to tell my story for parts of
it are missing even
from my own mind. Whether this is from a
conscious choice or not, I'm not
aware, and I dont want to know.
The mind protects itself for a reason. I can
only explain my
story as it has been told to me. I was a child of blood
and
lonliness from the beginning. I now find the sense of humor
fate has by
marking me from birth what my destiny is to be. I
killed before I was truly
born, as I was supposed to be a twin. I
had a twin sister, but I must have
choked the life from her
because when we were born, only I was alive. Sadly,
fate was
cruel enough that this wasn't a big enough of a joke. I had
another
sibling, an older brother, who was, I'm told, almost two
years older than
me. The last of my probable self-imposed amnesia
is the night of my other
siblings death. No one knows what
happened, but there are feelings that I
can recall that night,
that still haunt my dreams. All I can recall is the
feeling of a
blackness on my chest that night, a tingling sensation
rolling
over my body is waves, right down to my toes. I could
feel something, magic
I now know, flowing into my body on that
starless night. I cannot recall
what we were arguing about, just
that I felt some intense jealousy and
anger, clouding my mind and
eyesight into a red haze of rage that no sibling
deserved. The
next emotion that I can remember, is a feeling of relief, as
that
sensation was channeled through my body. The one image I have
from my
birth until now, is of my brothers body, his head cracked
open against a
rock, blood and brain mixed together. I can't
imagine I returned home as my
first true memory is days later, on
the road with nothing but the clothes on
my back. I have
travelled from my home, begging, working, doing anything to
keep
myself going from place to place. I have finally reached my way
to you,
hoping that you may have sympathy and teach me. I do not
wish to be a
murderer, but my nature is set and I wish to learn
and control who I am. 

Author:    Egam          

Date:      Sun Aug  2 20:26:27 2009
Subject     Bubble
Time pt.1

The words on the pages started blurring
together after the hours of
reading and closing my eyes provided
only a moment of relief. This obession
of mine was getting the
better of me, as pouring over months worth of of
dusty books and
scrolls have led me no closer to my goal. Opening my eyes,
I
turned the page reading more about magic that mattered little
to me. My
ambition and drive were beginning to affect the thing
that was my pride and
joy-teaching. Getting attached to each
apprentice mattered, but could I
sacrifice the personal attention
of one apprentice for the benefit of them
all? 

My hand flipping
over the current page was the answer that was right but one
I
wasn't necessarily hoping for. This only increased the pain
behind my eyes
as I casually pushed the book off my desk to the
floor. This was going to
require another trip to the archives,
the only thought crossing my mind was
fuck. 

Any library reeks
of potential. Everything you need right in front of you
but
without the proper tools can be a damning search. With hard
luck
sometimes you need luck..or fate to intervene on your
behalf. It is a relief
although it can sometimes make one bitter
with realization that it could
have been found much sooner. My
only thought when I picked up the book and
flipped through
briefly and seeing the one word that meant the first part of
my
search was over? About fucking time. I'd like to say I walked
with
dignity and a calm demeanor while I went back to my study
but truthfully, I
was practically hopping like a girl who just
got a new doll. 

I write this journal entry for those who may
read it that what I search for,
I do not out of some black desire
for power, those days are behind me since
my mothers death. This
search, I do for all mages. 

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 805 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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