The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Keldore.

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 manilla folder on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Keldore' scribed in earth-colored brown ink.


Author:    Keldore        
Date:      Thu May 31 07:23:32 2007
Subject     Return to Sargonnas

A mutiny on the high seas.  Some of the crew seemed apprehensive, but
none with the courage enough to say a word.  Keldore stood onthe plank and
looked over the ship Vanderkaum--the ship that he calledhome for longer than
he cared to remember.  It was a trade ship and the money was always good,
but lately the crew grew restless and he honestly should have seen it
coming.  Normally he would not argue when his crew made a decision. 
Majority rules.  Even life on the see is governed by politics.  If he were
to accept their decision he could have stayed aboard as part of the crew,
but knowing who the mastermind behind the mutiny, and knowing who would
undoubtedly take his place made him argue his way to the plank.  The rat,
not even worth the time to mention his name, would only lead his ship and
crew to their demise.  Merely concerned with wealth, he was sure to ruin the
good name and relations that the Vanderkaum had made with the port cities of
Krynn.  One last look and he plunged into the water and drifted to shore,
not really knowing where he was, but drifting, now swimming towards the
shore in the distance.  Granted his drinking problem had probably helped to
quell any argument against the mutiny and his anger that usually followed a
night of heavy drinking.  Alone and lost, his mind wandered to the path that
lead him to the Vanderkaum, the trials he had been through and the journey
he has endured with the Mariners for so long.  

Keldore's thoughts drifted a time, almost forgotten, when he donned the
armor of a Knight of Takhisis and a path that eventually led to his untimely
death.  With his dying breath at the hands of a Knight of Solamnia he
dedicated his life to Chemosh and was returned as an undead abomination to
find the one who struck him down and cursed him to this life.  His power was
immense and he was one day approached by Kiri-Jolith.  The god could
sensestory + his unrest and could see that he was no more suited to serve
Chemosh than Takhisis and offered him another chance.  While, being a
minotaur he could not be allowed to join the Knights of Solamnia,
Kiri-Jolith promised to bring him back as long as he swore his life service
to Kiri-Jolith.  This path lead him to Palanthas and into protecting the
safety of its citizens and eventually its ports and trade.  

He quickly rose in the ranks of Mariner and became the captain of the
Vanderkaum.  But this path he was on now was fraught with more pain and
suffering than he could ever imagine.  It had been ages since he even
thought about the Dagger, let alone seen it.  But now all his thoughts
revolved around the friends he lost to its curse.  Much blood was shed by
the holder of the dagger and how it came into his hands is a story in
itself, but only because of his dedication to Kiri-Jolith was he able to rid
himself of the cursed dagger.  But now, his vision was blinded with the fury
of a red rage, a rage he hadn't felt in a long time, but knew all to well. 
He could feel the dagger beckoning his return, begging for his vessel and
his new found lust for vengeance.  He would never have expected to be back
on this path again and would never have thought he could betray his vows to
Kiri-Jolith.  But the desire to find his ship and the crew who betrayed him
would undoubtedly lead him to the dagger.  

So he began to follow the call of the Dagger of Vengeance and his long
awaited return to Sargonnas.  

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 803 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
\n