The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sakwar.

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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Sakwar' scribed in vibrant brown ink.

Author:    Sakwar         
Date:      Thu May  8 01:27:56 2008
Subject     First Task For The Apprentice

After meeting with my master, High Archmage Jendaron, I bowed and left
with haste. I have just recieved my first task as his apprentice... I will
not make him wait. I searched high and low and could swear I'd been
everywhere in Krynn at least twice. I was tired and weak from transporting
and running about but I was relentless in my task. "I will not let down my
master", I thought. I found myself in the throne room of the Goblin king
Grumm. Needing only one last item, I demanded to see his shaman. He refused.
I flew into the air in an evil rage! Letting him feel all that I could
muster of the dark magics of Nuitari. I finally dispatched him with a
furious bolt of lighting through his heart. I kneeled down next to his
corpse as he was almost dead and asked him, "Where is the Shaman? ". He
pointed to the door behind me as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. I
stormed through the door to find the shaman hiding in the corner. "Give me
the potion or you will end up like your lilly king!". He stood, shaking
uncontrollably, and retrieved what I came for from his desk and handed it to
me. I placed the potion in my bag. Grinning, I uttered, "You dumb
Goblin...". I turned and walked towards the door and with just a few
words, the room began to fill with water. I quickly closed and locked the
door behind me, leaving the shaman to dround.

Making my way way back to the tower, I was exhausted from the quest but
relieved to have completed it. I made my way up the Black Tower to the High
Archmage's Quarters. I knocked firmly on the door and from inside I heard
the word "Enter.". I opened the doors and entered slowly into the room to
find High Archmage Jendaron at his desk. With a deep-black bag in my right
hand, I kneeled in the door way. 
Still kneeling, "Master, I have the items you require"...

Author:    Sakwar         
Date:      Wed Jan 28 02:34:14 2009
Subject     Ascension to Evil

Sakwar sat alone in the back of the library. He spent much of his time
studying and committing his spells to memory. As an ogre, he knew he would
have to put forth much more effort than most magi. He had came in early that
morning to pick up where he had left off the day before. Night fell and he
was still there. He moved from the chair only occasionaly to stretch his
long legs. Sakwar had just returned to his seat after a good stretch when a
cold, hard gust of wind swept through the library. 

Sakwar shivered and yelled to the apprentice working in the library, "Close
the shutters apprentice! There's a mean draft sweeping away my health."

Sakwar got no response. Angry, he stomped towards the front looking for
someone who might be on duty. As he neared the entrance to the library, the
double-doors swung open violently and the young apprentice burst through
them and into the library. 

Out of breath, the apprentice spoke between labored huffs, "Master Sakwar,
forgive my intrusion. High Archmage Jenda-", the apprentice sucked in a big
gulp of air. 

Spit it out you worthle-." Before Sakwar could finish his sentence the
apprentice interrupted. 

"The High Archmage wishes to see you at once..." Another deep breath. "He's
atop the Black Tower, Master. It seemed... urgent." 

Sakwar stood there for a moment gazing at the boy. He wondered to himself
for a moment what might be so urgent that the High Archmage would send this
young apprentice running to him so swiftly. He snapped out of it, blinking a
few times before speaking... 

"See that the book on the back table is not disturbed."

He reached and grabbed the hood on his robes and flipped it up over his
head. The dark, black hood made it almost impossible to see the ogre's face.
He walked swiftly out of the library and down the stairs. His long black
robes flapped violently in the wind as he made his way across the gardens to
the Black Tower. Ascending all the way to the top, he hesitated slightly
before entering the shrine. Jendaron stood in front of the altar facing away
from the door. 

Not sure if the High Archmage heard him enter he spoke slowly, almost in a
whisper, "High Archmage Jendaron..." 
(To be continued...)

Author:    Sakwar         
Date:      Wed Sep 15 03:29:34 2010
Subject     The Staff

A large fire crackled in the fireplace a few feet away from the
Ogre. Flickers of light danced across the imposing physique of the
Highmaster known as Sakwar. His soft, flowing robes of black dangled down to
the floor as he sat in an oversized chair staring intensely at an old,
dilapidated book.

A small gust of wind raced across the room pulling the fire ever so slightly
towards the door as it opened suddenly behind Sakwar. A soft spoken man
stepped just inside the Highmaster's quarters and spoke, "Highmaster."

Sakwar grunted back swiftly, "Who disturbs me during my time of study?"

"It is I, Taskmage Elroth, Highmaster. I must speak with you at once", said
the man.

Without lifting his gaze from the old book in hand, Sakwar replied,

The Taskmage began, "A young Adept came to me this evening outside the
tower. He's heard... rumors." Sakwar lowered the book onto his lap and
stared into fire, clearly a bit intrigued as to where this was going. "He
spoke of a large man and something about him being hunted. I was less than
interested, Highmaster, till he mentioned a peculiar object the man was
carrying... a peculiar staff."

Sakwar quickly jerked his head around to stare intensely into the eyes of
the young Taskmage, "Go on."

The Taskmage inched forward into the flickering glow of the fire. His eyes
stared blankly into those of his superior within the Order. "He said that
this particular staff was adorned with a unique blue crystal..."

The Highmaster's face went from intrigued to fierce as he snapped the
relatively small book closed and dropped it on the floor beside the chair.
He stood and stared into the fire for a few seconds before turning to
Taskmage Elroth, "Leave me at once." 

Author:    Sakwar         
Date:      Thu Sep 16 05:14:43 2010
Subject     The Staff (2)

Sakwar paced about his quarters high within the Tower of Wayreth. His
mind raced from possibility to possibility. Could it really be the same
staff he had only heard mentioned as nothing but a myth? He stepped over to
a small window on the far side of his room. Sakwar gazed up into the sky at
the Dark Moon only visible to those with dark, magical intentions. He
thought to himself, "I must see the Highmage..."

The large Ogre stormed out of his room and made his way through to the
Highmage's personal quarters. Sakwar had long studied under Jendaron before
he had been chosen to head the Conclave. He knew the Highmage had, at least
for most of his life, drawn his strength and magical prowess from the Dark
Moon, and if anyone knew about this staff it would be him. The guards that
typically stood sentry outside the Highmage's quarters were not present as
Sakwar approached the double-doors. He flung the doors open and searched the
rooms, only to come up empty handed. "Where in the Abyss.."

The Highmaster stomped quickly into the courtyard outside the towers and
approached Taskmage Elroth. Speaking sternly, yet soft, Sakwar asked, "I am
unable to locate Highmage Jendaron. Where has he possibly gone during a time
such as this?"

Elroth replied, "I overheard a pathetic member of our Order telling another
that he plans to send the Highmage bouncing forward through time itself. The
buffoon's name, as I heard it, is Falkore. He claims to be a Highmaster
within the Order."

Sakwar's brow furled and a primitive snarl overtook his face quite
uncontrollably at the notion. He lumbered closer to Elroth, towering above
the smaller Human. "Is that... a joke?", Sakwar grunted between his teeth.

"N-no, not a joke. He boasted to another member of the Order just a day and
one-half ago, " he stuttered.

Sakwar stared into the man's eyes and then glanced about the courtyard.
Seeing nobody around he leaned in as close to the man's face as possible,
"Gather some supplies. We leave tonight."

The Highmaster turned and started back toward the tower before halting
abruptly and yelling over his shoulder to the still Taskmage, "And have that
idiot Falkore removed from the tower. Only the Gods themselves possess such
impossible abilities." 

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