The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Atael.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Atael' scribed in light green ink.
Author: Atael Date: Tue Dec 9 07:03:21 2008 Subject Night Angel. "This night, the title of Night Angel is passed to you, son." A man spoke in a quiet voice to a much younger man who was kneeling. Though the kneeling man was young, he had snow white hair. There was a scar through his right eye and a tattoo of a strange symbol on his left cheek. "And with the title, comes the sword, Retribution." The older man says as he offers the sword out. "Now rise, Atael Stone, and receive the sword that seals your fate." The younger man stands and takes the sword from his father. "I thank you, father. I accept the duties of the Night Angel." He says as he draws Retribution. "Good bye." He plunges the sword up to the hilt into his fathers chest, his father can only look proudly at his son. "Life is meaningless. Life is empty. When I take a life, I take nothing of value." Atael says as he slides the sword out of his fathers chest and wipes the blade clean. His father stands there for a moment, but then falls backwards into a pre-dug grave. Atael slides Retribution into its home on his back, before filling in the grave. That night he had become the Night Angel. A force to be feared. He smiles gently as he slides a cowl up, hiding his face. "Life is meaningless. Life is empty. When I take a life, I take nothing of value. I am the Night Angel, bringer of Justice, Vengeance, and Mercy." His voice trails off into the night air and he vanishes into the shadows. Author: Atael Date: Tue Dec 16 16:06:07 2008 Subject The figure. A dark figure is silhouetted against the night sky in Palanthas. It runs across the rooftops, toward a fairly large estate. He moves swiftly and nears the walls of the estate. He grins and takes a flying leap over the wall and into a tree. He moves swiftly through the tree and runs along a branch toward a window. He throws a dozen or so lead balls at the window and then leaps into the air drawing Retribution from his back as he flies. The window shatters as the lead balls hit and he flies through it. He rolls across the floor and comes to his feet, Retribution held low, its black blade flashing in the moonlight. A man and a woman sat up in their bed, looking with horror at the man who just burst through the window. They could see nothing of him except for the outline of his body and his face of judgment with its glowing blue eyes. He swiftly throws one of his throwing knives at the woman and it sinks soundly into her throat, effectively stopping her from screaming. The man looks over at his wife with wide eyed horror. Atael pulls the man out of bed and plunges Retribution into his stomach but is careful not go get any blood on himself. He pulls Retribution from the mans stomach and watches as he falls to the floor. Wordlessly he wipes the blood of Retributions blade on the now dead couples blanket and sheathes it. He bends over and slides a signet ring off the mans hand before disappearing through the window. He darts across the rooftops toward the harbor, where he finds the man who took the job out on the noble and his wife. He tosses the signet ring at the mans feet from the shadow he stood in. "Ah, you've completed your job Night Angel. I knew i could trust you." The man says as he picks up the ring. "Just give me what you owe me." Atael says as he holds a hand out from the shadows. "Of course." The man says as he tosses a bag of coins into Ataels hand. "You know how to find me if you need me." Atael says before he disappears into the night. Author: Atael Date: Sun Jan 25 23:24:29 2009 Subject The Inn. Atael sits alone at a table in an inn in Windkeep. He sips on a drink and flips through a book that rests on the table. He was awaiting word from the Tower of Ursulas test. If she lived he would do nothing, but if she died he had a message for her family. e sighs and closes the book, and looks around the inn. There were only a few other patrons in the inn and the loudest noise was the crackling fire. He frowns and shakes his head, leaning back in his chair he watches as a thin man in a red robe walks in. The man looks around and spots Atael, looking at him for a moment. Atael discreetly puts his hand on Retributions hilt as the man walks toward him. "Are you Atael?" THe man asks and Atael shrugs gently. "Its possible I suppose. Who wants to know?" The man smirks and shakes his head. "I have a message from Ursula. She wants you to know that she has passed her Test." He says in an arrogant voice. Atael nods and sits up, looking at him. "Could you take something to her for me?" He asks pulling out a black scroll case. The man sighs and finally nods, taking the scroll case. "Thank you Neighbor." Atael says as he pulls out another scroll case and tosses it onto the fire. "You may leave now, I have no further use for you." He says to the mage with a smirk. The mage growls before turning and leaving the inn. Atael releases Retributions hilt and leans back in his chair, draining the rest of his drink. "I love messing with mages." He mutters before he orders another drink. Author: Atael Date: Sun Feb 15 20:20:04 2009 Subject Foolish Half-elfs. Atael crept silently after a pair of Half-elf Brothers who had left the path. He was curious of what they were doing. He lost sight of them and started following their tracks. The tracks led him to a cave and with a sigh he waits outside. He hears what he thinks is two bodies hit the ground and then a strangled cry. Cursing he draws a throwing dagger in each hand and darts into the cave. He sees the back of a goblin whos poisoned sword was stuck through one of the half elfs. He throws both of his daggers and they sink deep into the goblins back, killing him almost instantly. The one who was alive rushes to his brothers side, but it was too late, the poison had already started taking its effect. Grimly the brother draws a dagger. "Do it. End his suffering." Atael says in a quiet voice. After saying something in Elvish, he plunges the dagger into his brothers heart, ending his suffering. Atael grimly moves to retrieve his daggers from the back of goblin. Once he cleans them and sheaths them, he turns and starts to walk away. "Wh..Who are you?" The half elf asks in an anguished voice. Atael stops and turns just his head to the side. "A shadow." He says before continuing to leave. The half-elf gets up and runs in front of Atael, stopping him. "Why did you save him?" The half elf asks. Ateal looks back at the dead one and smirks. "Obviously I didnt save anyone." A vicious rage shoots out from the Half elf and he lashes out at Atael, who easily side steps the feeble attack and watches as the half elf falls to the ground. He starts to cry once more and looks up at Atael. "Kill me." He begs.Atael shakes his head and looks at the pathetic Half-elf. "And shit on your Brothers memory?" He asks before smirking again and turning to leave once more. He would go find Ursula now. He shouldnt of interfered with the goblin, but his knives were in the air before he could think about it. Cursing himself he hops back on the path and continues on his way. Author: Atael Date: Sun Feb 15 21:07:28 2009 Subject Waiting. Atael sits alone at a table in the Inn of the Last home, his hood and mask both down around his neck. A plate of Otiks potatoes sits on the table as well as a glass of wine. He eats quietly, watching the other people. He figured this would be the best place to wait for Ursula, considering its a popularity. He sighs and pushes back his plate, pushing his chair back on to its rear legs and pulls out a small book. He flips through it and skims over a few things before putting the book away. He stops a patron who just entered and asks him if hed seen a strange looking elf about, with webbed fingers and probably a robe on. Of course he hadnt, but Atael gives him a few coppers anyway. Grumbling he pulls out a whetstone and a knife and starts to work the blade. He hated waiting like this, but he figured she would come sooner or later. After awhile he gives up on waiting and pulls out a key and walks outside and to a room. He unlocks the door and steps in, relocking it behind him. He removes his weapons harness and his belt and lays them on a table before sitting on the bed and taking his soft leather boots off. He grabs a dagger from his harness and slides it under the pillow before removing his shirt and laying down, before drifting into a light sleep. Author: Atael Date: Tue Feb 17 17:42:07 2009 Subject Start of a Journey. Atael walks slowly through the wilderness under Solace. It seems as if he would be going to Thorbardin, acting as Ursulas body guard. He shakes his head and looks around, of course he had nothing else better to do and he had told her she could count on him. He sighs gently and silently wonders what happened to her arm. She had told him it was from the test, but what? She had also asked him not to ask again, so that option was out of the door. He kneels and picks out a few herbs and puts them into a pouch. She was seeking some kind of gem, he didnt really know much about it other than it was rare. With a sigh he stands and starts toward the spot they had picked out to meet when each had done what they needed to do. "By the Night Angels, Im bound to being her body guard." He says and gently curses. He pulls his mask up over his face and steps out onto the path, walking down it a ways before coming to an intersection, the one they would meet at. With a smirk he steps into the shadows and waits for Ursula. Author: Atael Date: Thu Feb 19 23:23:14 2009 Subject Getting Black. She thought of him as a murderer. How droll. He was the Night Angel, He delivered justice to those who deserved it. He hadn't even killed anyone since the deader in Palanthas. He smirks gently as he look down the path. His hair had surprised her. For being in his twenties he had stark white hair. They approached a small house and Atael told Ursula to wait here and he'd be back. He walks into a barn and a few moments leads the huge black horse known as Black. It looked like a reunion of old friends then that of man and beast. Soon Black was saddled and Atael leads Black over to Ursula. "You'll ride up front, it'll be easier considering your arm." He says and helps her up onto Black and then climbs up himself. He grabs the reins and pushes Black into a brisk trot. They would make better time now, at least until they started hitting mountains. He smirks behind her back at all her complaining. She wasnt used to riding horses, and he couldnt wait until later tonight when they stoped to make camp. She would hardly be able to walk. He hears an all to familar twang of a bow and curses himself. The arrow shatters against the sheath of Retribition and he grunts. Glancing around quickly he rolls off the back of Black and looks at Ursula. "Bandits! Ride till you get to Haven! I'll meet you there!" He says as he slaps Blacks behind and he leaps into a run. Cursing Atael draws the shortsword off his lower back and turns to meet he bandits. Author: Atael Date: Fri Feb 20 05:02:57 2009 Subject Bandits The archer loosens another arrow and Atael barely makes it out of the way, leaving a nice gash on his cheek. With a grunt he throws a knife at the archer and draws Retribution from his back. The knife sinks into the mans gut and he falls to the ground. Atael hears a light chant and curses as he glances over his shoulder, Ursula was casting a spell. He jumps to the right and roll across the ground just as she throws a fine sand into the air. The spell hits the bandits and they fall to the ground almost instantly. Atael comes to his feet, cursing and glaring angrily at Ursula. He sheathes Retribution across his back and retrieves his short sword before walking over to were Ursula half lay. His shoulder was bleeding badly and when he jumped to the ground it had broken the arrows shaft off almost flesh with his skin. Black was already standing by Ursula. "What were you thinking? Casting a sleep spell like that?! What if you would of hit me and not them? We both would have been screwed. You asked me to protect you and I plan on doing so. I could of handled it!" He says to her angrily as he winces and crouches beside her. He takes a deep breath and looks down at her leg. "Are you alright?" He drops the short blade on the ground and looks up at her. Author: Atael Date: Sun Feb 22 05:50:48 2009 Subject Wounded.. Atael winces as he ties the cloth around Ursulas leg. Pain shot through his whole body and he was loosing blood fast. He shakes his head and glances around. They seemed to be safe for now but Not for long. Cursing under his breath he looks back at her. "Are you able to get up onto Black? We gotta make it to Haven." He says before shaking his head, the inevitable dizziness already hitting him. She starts to say something but he growls and points at Black. "Get on!" He says and stand, bracing himself on Black. "I havent much time and theres nothing you can do to help. Im losing blood fast. We need to go." He says as he offers his hand to her and helps her to her feet. He helps her up onto Blacks back and with a slight bit of trouble climbs up behind her. "Hold on, were going to have to gallop." He says and flicks the reins a few times. Black thunders down the path toward Haven and Atael sways dangerously in the saddle. Ursula grabs him with her good arm and pulls him against her back to try and make sure he doesnt fall. His hood had fallen back and he was growing weaker by the minute. But at last he saw what he hoped was salvation. They thundered into Haven and Atael reins in Black. "Find...help." He says before he slides off Blacks back and falls heavily to the ground.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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