The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Luthien.
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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Luthien' scribed in light maroon ink.
Author: Luthien Date Thu Aug 7 03:28:08 2003 Subject A Bard's Journey(Hist. Part 1) A lone bard did often travel across the lands of Ergoth with each change of the seasons, plying his trade to all that would hear him. He spun magic like a web. It was his art, his words crafted silky images within the mind while his hands performed the illusions in the air. It was his calling to spread the tales and stories of those that came before him so that others would know of the trials that had been passed, and in a few cases was never passed. He was not the greatest of bards but all loved him for he was a great friend to all. And they all missed him whenever he passed into Northern Ergoth, the land of the Elves. But the calling they would say. It is a bards duty to spread the tales far and wide, too all that would hear of it! So each year he traveled the distant lands when the roads were clear and the weather loving, and each year before Winter set in would he return to his home before the trails were closed by heavy snowfall. To his patrons surprise they were greeted one day with the truth of his story. The trails were blocked. The snow too thick to journey through and still the bard had not returned. Perhaps they said he was beset upon by a group of Goblins to eager for a kill than be turned away by the illusions he knew to cast. But the bard did return eventually. Late in returning his friends hearts were broken with joy to see that he was still well. But another surprise did he greet them with. A crying babe wrapped in silk. His pointed ears gave him away and then all knew, but no one said a thing. His name was Bardal, a half-elven babe born from the secret love of a Silvanesti maiden and a wandering Bard. The few Silvanesti in the area despised the bards human blood, though they were awed that such a human had talents such as his. Had they ever found the passion these two held for others they would soon forget that he held such talents. Author: Luthien Date Thu Aug 7 03:37:34 2003 Subject Evindel's Quest(Hist. Part 2) Only once did our father ever relate to us the tale of his elven maiden and her untimely death. So grief stricken of her death was he still that he never repeated the story lest it remind him of the beauty that he had lost. We never related the story of Bardal's mother either, keeping the tale to ourselves. Our father later remaried to a Waitress in one of the Bar's he sung his tales at. Thus myself and Pyronek were born. All three of us grew up close. When our mother passed away from plague our father drank his time away. No longer did he remember us, so much had he lost he could not bare to have to one day lose us as well so he decided to not even try. That left us alone to fend for ourselves. We managed as we are still here today. Shortly did I leave my brothers to seek out the mages of the Conclave. I thought that with the knowledge I learned I would manage to earn more power with which I could help defend my brothers, I thought also that I could gain more knowledge with which I could surpass the illusions my father knew and had taught to us when he still understood what life meant. I did not realize, however, that my brothers followed close behind my own footsteps. So close have we lived our lives together that I was glad to see my brothers join me in this quest for further knowledge.
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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