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 small volume to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Murik' scribed in deep black ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Murik's book..
Author: Murik
Date: Mon Nov 5 18:50:25 2007
Subject The scent of blood, smoke and an ogre whelp.
As a small cub, Murik only remembered the smell of smoke and chanting as he
ran into the hills. His clan decimated by the Bluefists and all he knew was
what his Maji had told him last spring.
"Muri, you are small for an ogre whelp, but you are intelligent much as I
was" the Maji intoned. "These other brutes are good ogres, but they won't
lead unless it is through the swing of their axes little one..."
Murik nodded slowly and chewed upon a piece of jerky. "I know what you mean
Maji, but still it doesn't make the beatings hurt less..." he sulked.
The Maji chuckled and continued "Remember Muri, you always have your brain
and your legs, and there is not much honor being a dead runt ogre".
"I remember Maji, fight if it makes sense, run if it doesn't, live always"
the whelp recited with a bored breath.
Then the day of the end flashed back into his mind...
The screams of rage as the Bluefists came crushing through, axes swinging
bloody arcs as the gutteral rage painted the village in a wash of red. The
smell of rust, smoke and the sickly smell of roasting flesh.
"Run Muri!" the old ogre whispered through clenched teeth as he tossed his
little helper out of the way. "Take this" he grunted and shoved a pack into
the young ogres hands.
With that the Maji turned and barked words of strange sound, it seemed the
very air chilled and a massive explosion of frost lurched from his
outstretched hands. It was as if hell had frozen, and it's mouth spewed
forth a cloud of ice... the Bluefist that had been rushing in froze in place
and fell forward, his skin devoid of color, his eyes ice.
Murik turned and ran, leaving the sounds behind him as his mentor bade him.
He scarcely noticed the weight of the book in his pack, nor the burning in
his legs.
(That's it for now) - Murik.
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He states simply 'You might start with that one.. or you could take a look at the latest story..'
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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|
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P|
Q|
R|
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W|
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Z
Astinus says '
There are 67 authors starting with the letter M
who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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