The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jeros.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jeros' scribed in glowing brown ink.


Author:    Jeros          
Date:      Fri Aug 17 14:56:55 2007
Subject     Jeros's Latest Endeavor (Part 1)



Jeros, born in Solace, and taught the essentials of the blacksmithing trade by
his mentor, soon discovered, after spending several months in the Conclave as a
new initiate, that he needed money.  In the months that ensued prior, Jeros's
lack of an eager mentor had forced him into a realization that he would need to
dutifully inhabit the library and learn new spells with all of his energies. 
Jeros's liberal spending of coin on rare spell components made him also realize
that he was going to run out of funds with which to perform his research if he
didn't get another type of job soon. After preparing his affairs and waiting
until his new staff from the forest's enchantment was completed, he set out for
Solace in search of work.

Upon entering his favorite of the local gathering places, the Inn of the Last
Home, he surveyed the room and entered.  Sitting at the bar, he began to adjust
his hearing so that he could listen in on the conversations of others in the
area.  Ordering a plate of food, he opted to eat it from his lap while turned
around, away from the bar, facing the rest of the room. Thoughtfully, he cast
casual glances upon the inhabitants of the Inn as he enjoyed a well-prepared
piece of roasted beef.  When finally he heard something interesting, it came
from a man in grey leathers covered in dried mud.  He was discussing the state
of affairs at the "camp" with a tall, dark plainsman in leathers similarly caked
in mud.

As it turns out, the men were mercenaries charged with guarding an
archaeological expedition that was based several miles away in the middle of
several miles away in the middle of a dark part of the forest.  They had come to
the Inn in hopes that they might find some men like Jeros, who were in need of
money, so they were eager to take Jeros on.  His job description wasn't
complicated...

1.)  Observe the tree line for signs of golems, and alert the rest of the
company if any are spotted.  (Jeros understood what golems were, but had never
seen one and asked, 'What do these golems look like?"  The foreman had
instructed him and the rest of the newcomers that they'd certainly recognize

2.)  Half payment now, and half if you live through the week.  (It turned into
two weeks, and Jeros did survive--although barely.  He never did get the other
half of his payment.)  The job, as it turned out, was an excavation of a ruined
tower that the others had been talking about since Jeros arrived.  They claimed
that all they really knew was that the tower's original owner was a powerful
mage who was a master golem crafter.  He used the tower as a venue from which to
perfect his craft--experimenting on and refining his animation enchantments. 
Having lived in Solace through all of his youth, Jeros had heard of the man,
and, as a child, even seen him once, nearly a decade ago.

Rumor had it that the man had died in a violent explosion, which would explain
why large, moss-covered stones could be found up to ten feet from the tower's
base.  A massive dark hole, around which broken stone steps led deep into the
ground, constituted the tower's new state.  It was into this hole that the
workers delved, returning later with wrapped bundles.

When the chaos broke out it was on the 12th day of Jeros's employment at the
camp.  There was only one other survivor--a man from Telvaan named of Evan
Irehorse.  Before it began, Jeros started noticing signs of movement in the
woods.  He knew he wouldn't sleep well until he poked around a bit, and explored
around, not seeing much.  He had asked, over a week ago, if they had ever
actually seen golems in the woods or if it had been just a precaution due to the
nature of the tower's original owner, and been told that 2 golems had emerged
from the forest and slain 5 men before being hacked into pieces by the rest,
which was why the guards had been hired.  On that night, Jeros was Jostled awake
by an earth-shaking explosion coming from the depths.  Someone shouted, 'The
vault!  ' (Continued...)  


Author:    Jeros          
Date:      Fri Aug 17 16:06:24 2007
Subject     Jeros's Latest Endeavor (Conclusion)



Jeros was jostled violently awake by an earth-shaking explosion from the depths.
 Someone shouted, 'The vault!  ' and Jeros was on his feet.  What he witnessed
next was a terrifying procession of golems the likes of which not many on Krynn
have been unfortunate enough to have seen.  One after another seemingly without
end, the massive creatures, constructed of rock or clay or some other material,
climbed up from the bottom of the tower.  He had little time to do evaluate what
they were made of, for when one would emerge it would immediately barrel toward
the nearest man.  Much to Jeros's fortune, the first to emerge charged directly
for him.  Having little time to react because the construct was inhumanly fast,
Jeros sent forth a haphazard blast of lightning that destroyed a small chunk of
the creature's left leg. Looking up, he saw that in that short span at least
five more golems had climbed up and were charging towards the barely-alerted
excavators who were just awaking from their tent, swords in hand and wearing
little but their bedclothes.  Having forced his hulking nemesis to a crawl, he
prepared another spell--a fireball this time, in consideration of the minor
damage done by the bolt.  As three of the newly-emerged golems nearly fell upon
the excavators, they were intercepted by the swirling sphere of flame, which
blasted them to the ground, but did little damage.

Jeros shouted, "Run!  ' and the men from the tent, having no formidable
weapons of their own, began to flee.

Quickly scanning the rest of the camp, Jeros saw only the Foreman and one other
man, combatting a lone golem.  The rest of the hired guards were nowhere to be
seen!  Other matters required his attention.  The golems he had knocked back
with the fireball had turned their attention upon him.

I have to get out of here, he thought, while preparing a spell with which to
help the two men.  He flung one final bolt at the golem in attempt to buy the
men enough time to escape.  Surprised at the shoulder of the automaton being
shattered by the blast, the foreman looked to the blast's source--Jeros,
pointing at the tree line, staring at him intensely.  The foreman understood,
and tried to run, but reacted too slowly and was cut down by a crushing blow
from the recovered golem's right appendage.  The other man, Evan Irehorse, did
manage to escape to the tree line.

Finally, sensing that something was wrong, Jeros turned toward the golems that
had been advancing upon him.  Although he had taken too long to cast that final
spell, giving the golems time to get dangerously close, they were gone!  To his
disdain, they had begun pursuing the fleeing archaeologists, who were being
massacred.  Jeros uttered an incantation and teleported to safety.

Including the time he spent figuring out the place to which he had teleported,
it took Jeros nearly a month to return to Solace.  He learned that a sizeable
party from the tower of Wayreth had already neutralized the threat of the golems
that had been occupying the tower, and that the camp had been completely cleared
out by scavengers after the mages claimed everything magical that was recovered.
 Jeros did eventually encounter Evan Irehorse again, who was so thankful for
Jeros's help that he spoke very highly of him to a close friend by the name of
Lothoemas, the head of a clan of local Mercenaries.  Jeros inquired of this
mercenary band, remembering his dire financial situation. And the rest, as they
say, is history...

Author:    Jeros          
Date:      Fri Aug 17 16:21:36 2007
Subject     Jeros's Latest Endeavor (Conclusion)

Jeros was jostled violently awake by an earth-shaking explosion from the
depths.  Someone shouted, 'The vault!  ' and Jeros was on his feet.  What he
witnessed next was a terrifying procession of golems the likes of which not many
on Krynn have been unfortunate enough to have seen.  One after another seemingly
without end, the massive creatures, constructed of rock or clay or some other
material, climbed up from the bottom of the tower.  He had little time to do
evaluate what they were made of, for when one would emerge it would immediately
barrel toward the nearest man.  Much to Jeros's fortune, the first to emerge
charged directly for him.  Having little time to react because the construct was
inhumanly fast, Jeros sent forth a haphazard blast of lightning that destroyed a
small chunk of the creature's left leg. Looking up, he saw that in that short
span at least five more golems had climbed up and were charging towards the
barely-alerted excavators who were just awaking from their tent, swords in hand
and wearing little but their bedclothes.  Having forced his hulking nemesis to a
crawl, he prepared another spell--a fireball this time, in consideration of the
minor damage done by the bolt.  As three of the newly-emerged golems nearly fell
upon the excavators, they were intercepted by the swirling sphere of flame,
which blasted them to the ground, but did little damage.

Jeros shouted, "Run!  ' and the men from the tent, having no formidable
weapons of their own, began to flee.  Quickly scanning the rest of the camp,
Jeros saw only the Foreman and one other man, combatting a lone golem.  The rest
of the hired guards were nowhere to be seen!  Other matters required his
attention.  The golems he had knocked back with the fireball had turned their
attention upon him.

I have to get out of here, he thought, while preparing a spell with which to
help the two men.  He flung one final bolt at the golem in attempt to buy the
men enough time to escape.  Surprised at the shoulder of the automaton being
shattered by the blast, the foreman looked to the blast's source--Jeros,
pointing at the tree line, staring at him intensely.  The foreman understood,
and tried to run, but reacted too slowly and was cut down by a crushing blow
from the recovered golem's right appendage.  The other man, Evan Irehorse, did
manage to escape to the tree line.

Finally, sensing that something was wrong, Jeros turned toward the golems that
had been advancing upon him.  Although he had taken too long to cast that final
spell, giving the golems time to get dangerously close, they were gone!  To his
disdain, they had begun pursuing the fleeing archaeologists, who were being
massacred.  Jeros uttered an incantation and teleported to safety.

Including the time he spent figuring out the place to which he had teleported,
it took Jeros nearly a month to return to Solace.  He learned that a sizeable
party from the tower of Wayreth had already neutralized the threat of the golems
that had been occupying the tower, and that the camp had been completely cleared
out by scavengers after the mages claimed everything magical that was recovered.
 Jeros did eventually encounter Evan Irehorse again, who was so thankful for
Jeros's help that he spoke very highly of him to a close friend by the name of
Lorthiras, the head of a group of local Mercenaries.  Jeros inquired of this
mercenary band, remembering his dire financial situation.  And the rest, as they
say, is history...

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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