The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Urvas.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Urvas' scribed in glowing purple ink.

Author:    Urvas          
Date:      Wed May 23 02:23:50 2007
Subject     The vision in blood.

 Lighting flashes over the sky in the old walk way out side of Neraka
though a path long forgotten in time where scatter parts of old rubble older
then the city its self.  A lone shadow follow's the path only now and again
when lighting flashes can the shadow be seen.  The wind howls though the
tree's like the scream's of the dead.  The shadow keeps its course not even
stoping when sound or movement flitters along the path.  Slowly the lighting
stops and the night stands pitched back.  
Slowly the  the shadow  moves back and a masked face stares out into the night at the old ruble. Slowly  the sound of a whisper voice begins to chant words of prayer and slowly pieces of the ruble begin to glow a faint glow.
The form stands still as if hearing words no other can hear. Slowly it nods and kneels before a group of ruble that still glows.  a prayer begins to fill the air in a soft sexless voice. Slowly the ruble lose's its glow and a simple medallion lays on  
part of the ruble. A blacked glove hand reaches down and pick's up  the medallion and places it over its head. slowly the shadow is pulled over the masked face and begins it path away from the rumble.

Author:    Urvas          
Date:      Thu May 24 00:18:01 2007
Subject     The hidden darkness, Lost Path

 Screams of the others fill the room of the simple cell in a forgotten
temple.  Harsh screams of those dyeing and the ones waiting to die.  Among
them a young child sits with the mark of the queen over his heart.  Harsh
words come from a group of bugbears preparing the next to sacrifice to there
dark god.  The group pushes in to hide from them hiding the child deep in
there folds.  The smell of human remains and other creates vile fills the
cell.  Quickly the gates to the cell fling open and they grab a hold of en
elderly man.  The boy eyes fill with fire seeing another being taken off
from the others.  Slowly he closes his eye's to say his prayer to his
goddess.  Almost as if on key as soon as his prayer is done a grate booming
shakes the temple as a war begins with out the temple.  Another boom and the
body's press him to the floor as they crash onto him knocking him out.  

Slowly he opens his eyes, Was it days or was it hours?  Slowly he pushes the
corpse of a dead man off of him as he looks around to find him self alone. 
The troops must of moved on and only himself and the dead where there. 
Slowly he thanked his goddess and begins to push and pull the corpse finding
anything he could use.  Afther an hour of going the the temple he looks at
the pile of things he gathered .  He nods quickly and starts loads what he
can into a pack and hook the mace he found to his belt strap.  Slowly,
carefully he makes his way though the city and into the wild beyond the
city's glow of fires and dead.  He picks up his pace as darkness leaves him
lost in the woods.  He wonders for what feels like hours before he finally
lays down where he falls and sleeps.  
To be continued...

Author:    Urvas          
Date:      Fri May 25 00:52:20 2007
Subject     Enter the darkness, Lost path II

Eyes flare open as the sound of muffled voice fill the air.  Urvas looks
around to see a group of haunting looking humans wanders straight at him. 
Quickly he forces him self up muttering a quick prayer to his goddess as the
group quickly makes there way to him.  Quickly fitly hands grasp his wrist
and legs as they speak quickly in common."  Itstheone, nohecantbelookathim? 
Buthehastobetheoneweseek!"  Urvas eyes dart back and forth quickly he try's
his best to break free.  As he fights his way from there hands the shirt he
takes breaks free from his shoulder and the Dark crescent shows to the
group.  "THEONE, THEONEWESEEK!"  The group chants as one as the pick him up
and lead him into the woods deeper.  There hands relax and soon the sway of
them carrying him lull's him back to sleep.  

Lights flash quickly around him.  In his hand he holds a mace none the likes
he has seen or heard tell of.  Quickly he looks around to see a massive army
around him as he leads them into a battle.  Slowly he looks down to see a
grand shield in his hand he holds it up close to his face as he rides a
brown color mare.  Just as he break's into the enemy's like he feels as if
hes falling then a single voice fills his mind.  No yet, Not yet butt soon you
will lead them, Like the others!   
His open as the group of people stand over him quickly they begin to speak and he just stares at them. 

Author:    Urvas          
Date:      Fri May 25 17:20:15 2007
Subject     The one?, Lost Path III

 Days go by as he learns to understand the people words.  Telling them to
slow down did no good so he had to learn to break each part down.  Finally
after weeks of being with them he learnt who they where.  They where the
ones who turned there backs on his goddess in her almost greatest hour, the
non believes who didn't aid her.  She had cursed them to go almost insane to
the point where no village would allow them.  They Had made a village deep
with in a mountain where they work there best to be free of the curse to do
her work.  Here they have taken text from all corners of the known world,
Here is where they lived and grew they crazed family's.  Slowly they begin
to push there knowledge into him Years go by and soon the young boy was now
almost a man.  Then it happen again, a great storm filled the area.  The
crashing of thunder drew them into a rage.  Then the voice fills his mind.  
They have done what i sent them to do, Release them.  Then on the next crash
of thunder His eyes begin to change he looked at them and nodded.  Quickly
he begin to release them from there curse, With his mace.  There face show
shock at first as if to fight agent him, yet soon they gave over knowing
they would be free from the curse.  Then as the storm clears finally he
looks around at all the dead, none where forgotten, none to tell the tale of
this night.  Slowly he goes though the small village to he finds the hidden
keep of the insane ones.  Slowly he opens the doors to the keep where he
smiles as he see the mace he saw so long ago in his dream.  He reach's for
the mace and stops just shoot as he see's a mask along side it.  Slowly he
reaches for the mask and pulls it up to look at it.  In the soft light in
the room it gives it a Unique look, nothing like he seen before.  Slowly he
lays the mask on his face and is shocked as it fits like it was made for
him.  Quickly he grabs the mace, and replaces it with his own.  Quickly he
gathers the rest of the treasure and turns to leave the home he has had for
the last few years.  Saying a soft prayer he leaves the village as the roof
of the cave begins to fill in the hole.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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