The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khanon.
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 massive tome bound in dragonskin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Khanon' scribed in vibrant brown ink.
Author: Khanon Date: Wed Jun 6 00:08:09 2007 Subject The quest for knighthood Glancing down at the sword at his waist a sigh escaped his lips. The battered and plain hilt, the dull and dinged blade left little to be desired. Likely a pawnshop would only give him a few gold for such an unworthy instrument of battle. Returning his attention to the task at hand he peered amongst the leaves at the bugbear den before him and hoped that perhaps if he completed his task the Knighthood would grant him a new blade to love. Standing from his crouched position he rose and approached the den faltering slightly on a fallen limb along the way. As he approached the bugbears heard the rustle of leaves as he stumbled and began to shriek wildly. With a momentary frown at his own carelessness he drew the old blade from its sheath and advanced more quickly. There were more than expected and the vermin began spilling out of the den in preparation to defend against the intruder. Khanon lifted his blade in a high guard as the first two advanced on him rapidly and with a strong downward slash dispatched the first. The second was more agile causing Khanon to drop to one knee and pull his blade in a backward arcing motion. The bugbear evaded easily and slashed at his forearm opening two bloody slices on his forearm. Switching the blade to his left hand and removing his shield from his back simaltaneously he lunged forward and thrust the broadsword through the beasts heart. Using his foot to hold the corpse still he tore the blade from it's bloody capture and advanced into the den. As he entered the den he lost track of how many he slew and time seemed to stand still as he followed the motions the weaponsmaster has taught him. High guard, downward slash, thrust, shield block and another corpse at his feet. Although during the intensity of the fight it felt as if time slowed and he had forever to calculate each action the den was cleared within a half hours time. Being sure he completed his task he thoroughly checked each nook and cranny of the den and only paused to remove a claw from one of the beasts. As he exited the den he wiped the blood clean from the proof of completion of his task and began his trek back to town. Author: Khanon Date: Thu Jun 14 01:15:54 2007 Subject The endlesss quest. The sun had risen only an hour prior and the traces of dew could still be seen leeching into the green flora about the trail. Khanon was sent on another of many tasks to prove his worth to the Knighthood. Although, he did recognize the benefit of such tasks for what they were. He was not only demonstrating his abilities to his superiors but also on a quest to learn more of himself. That was why even though some Knights see these tasks as menial, Khanon made sure he did his best on each. He thought to himself, "How does one become irritated when one can learn so much if the effort is made...?" As he traveled he contemplated many views as to why this trip and th enext task and the next are so beneficial to the growth of an individual. As his mind began to digress off to another topic he found himself surprised his journey had gone so quickly. Not fifty yards before him he saw the first of many dens that he had orders to clear out. One one one these bugbears were no match for him however in large numbers circumstances became unpredictable. That was why he took the utmost caution in approaching his first target and planning his course of attack. He advanced quickly from the south side and offered no warning. These were not creatures of reason nor honor and therefore not accorded the Knightly etiquette so followed by the Brotherhood. Coming up behind his first target he slide his blade through its back and out between the third and forth ribs on the opposing side. The two remaining creatures rushed at him as he yanked his blade from the dying vermin and spun in a circle to decapitate one of the advancing pair. He drew a dagger with his off hand to parry a blow from the remaining assailant but replaced it immediately after to focus his full attention to his blade. His body fell into actions of habit and he felt his mind seperate from the actions he was performing. The blade which so recently felt so foreign to him now drew his mind to marvel at the beauty of the combination of practicality and art in its design. The light glinted this way and that off of the blade as the blood splashed every few swings. He thought to himself, "does Lord Railen understand how much this gift means to me..?" Author: Khanon Date: Thu Jun 14 01:23:24 2007 Subject The endless quest cont... His thoughts traveled back to the one thing his father had provided for him and almost reached within his armor to touch it. And so his mind meandered and heart bounced around from sadness to respect and all around again. Meanwhile the den had emptied of its inhabitants and at least a dozen corpses lay about the site of battle. Despite Khanon's detachment he had been efficient and it was clearly a slaughter. His mind slowly faded back to connect with the bodly world and the mix of emotions he had been feeling about Railen and his father turned to much darker feelings. All about him corpses bled and gurgled emitting the iron smell of blood and death. It was true that he loved battle and the many intricacies of sword play but that much blood and loss of life was draining him. Attempting to remove himself from his inevitably depressing thought process he headed out to do more of the same. He would have to fill his time with action more than thought and in this way perhaps exhaustion would keep his mind from wondering. For know the sanctuary of knowing he mourned the death of even the most vile of creatures would have to be enough. Who knows, perhaps by completing this task for the Knighthood he saved lives.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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