Astinus' Office
Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.
The librarian notices you aren't reading anything...
Astinus hands a dirty book showing much wear to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lars' scribed in glowing white ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Lars's book..
Author: Lars
Date: Wed Dec 17 08:55:19 2008
Subject Lars Ognash
Lars stood against the wall - a blank stare across the arena. His
opponent, a puny dwarf, stared back at him from the other side. As the flag
fell, Lars had already begun to move towards his opponent. His mind was
clear...it was always clear. All he thought was the task at hand. All that
mattered was the money. The dwarf, seeing a 7'8" minotaur coming at him,
began to step back. As Lars moved within reach the dwarf tripped over a
stone in the dirt and fell on his back.
At this moment Lars thought to himself, "Why would anyone put this puny
dwarf against me.."
As the dwarf fell, Lars spoke some some quick words softly to himself and
grabbed the dwarf's leg. The dwarf yelled in agony as Lars clutched is
stubby legs and begin to lift him into the air. He held the dwarf upside
down, his other leg kicking the empty space, and unsheathed his blade. He
glared straight ahead just before delivering the dwarf from his worldly body
and sending him back to his creator.
He dropped corpse and lowered his head and spoke softly to himself...
"For you Lady of Darkness... for the strength you have given me over my
opponent... I make this offering."
Lars raised his head and, without looking at a single person in the crowd,
moved and exited the arena. He headed straight back to the tavern to collect
his winnings. Lars counted the coin and left as swiftly as he had arrived.
He was off to find the next opponent - the next mark. As it turned out, the
dwarf wasn't just an opponent but a foe of the drunk in the tavern.
For Lars, this is all he knew.
This is what he did...and did it well.
Author: Lars
Date: Wed Aug 11 12:14:25 2010
Subject Memoirs of a Kender
Yes Lars?", Miss Foxglove had been annoyed at him all day. "Can we go out
to battlefield ruins today?" "No!! I have told you this 4 times today
already, and I will not answer that question again." Lars' wanderlust had
come at a much younger age then the rest of the young ones in his class,
prehaps earlier than any kender in all of Kendermore. A "normal" kender, if
there is such a thing, has a irresistible desire to wander the cities and
countryside in search of... anything they can "find".
Lars already possessed a number of holding pouches, but none were as
fascinating as the one he is holding for his fathers brother. He acquired it
when his uncle was visiting his parents for a time back in the summer, while
he was rummaging through the man's backpack. He waited until they were
completly passed out in the wee hours of the morning when he began his
search for what he called trinkets. After close examination of the contents,
and much thought as to what he'd keep for himself, there were only a few
item remaining in the pack when he came across the Patchwork pouch and a
small carved figurine. He tried numeous times to untie the pouch but the
leather straps securing the knot heldfast against his prying fingers.
He rushed and put everything back into the pack, except for what he kept for
himself. Among the things he kept, a Patchwork pouch, small jade figurine of
an unknown woman, leather-bound journal, bone flute, and a toothpick sized
dagger. He took all the item and burried them in the yard where no one would
suspect to look for the 'lost' items. His uncle never mentioned the items,
or the disarrayed backpack, but Lars thinks he knows what happened to them.
After only a few days of keeping the items hidden from everyone, he digs
them up. "Son, where did those trinkets come from," his father ask him one
evening after a meal. "I been holding paps, gnome friend at school was
afraid someone might try to steal them, so he gave em' to me to keep safe."
His father looked at him strangly but kept silent and took another drink of
ale.
To be continued...
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He states simply 'You might start with that one.. or you could take a look at the latest story..'
The Latest Entry
Attention to all you writers out there
by Nuitari, posted on Sat Apr 20 07:52:27 2024.
So this is a Story Challenge I want everyone to right a story about their
character. Any Story written for the next 5 (read more)....
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:
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G|
H|
I|
J|
K|
L|
M|
N|
O|
P|
Q|
R|
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T|
U|
V|
W|
X|
Y|
Z
Astinus says '
There are 37 authors starting with the letter L
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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