The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Brynn.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!
Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a large book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Brynn' scribed in purple ink.
Author: Brynn Date: Thu Sep 2 16:54:08 2010 Subject traveling the past Soft, silken strands of darkness danced upon the lands, heavenly orchestra by beast and insect danced upon gentlest breeze. Accompany by gentle brook, and winds faint touch beauty lay all around. Lay and was for a time lost to spinning form. Present future all failed to exist as lithe body twirled in complex arts. As staff danced and sang its soft song, and feet flashed in fluid arcs. Mind itself lost in the swirling chaos of what had been, in words spoken long ago. Lifetimes for those that had told the story, yet to the listener a blink of a slightly tilted sapphire and emerald eyes. Though watchers eyes could see the tall, lithely muscled form, could watch the silken waves of blue black hair dance and spin. See the ripple of tattooed flesh, none could follow down the minds path he traveled. Again he stood naked kneeling in snow, and ice the bite of mountain air the breath of a white dragon. Numbing mind and flesh, raising goose pimples and tinting brown skin to blue. Again the old man stared down at him sadly shaking his head, his voice a s Again he stood naked kneeling in snow, and ice the bite of mountain air the breath of a white dragon. Numbing mind and flesh, raising goose pimples and tinting brown skin to blue. Again the old man stared down at him sadly shaking his head, his voice a soft sweet lullaby filled with encroaching disappointment. Brynn why must you turn your thoughts to the past. you ever ask about your mother and father. I know not no more today then what I did yesterday, or the day before. Perhaps a few more hours in the cold will help focus your mind on the task ahead, and not what lays shrouded in mystery. please master just once more tell me how you found me. What my mother looked like. Oddly deep for age and race Brynns voice carried a hint of sorrow, and double dose of pain. Sighing heavily a fond smile creasing the line flesh the old monk spoke again twas night cold and dark a storm was brewing and I like have done for many years was upon the road. Traveling when I came upon a the scene of a fierce battle. Goblins and there ilk lay strewn about some to many eyes uninjured yet dead none the less. I took my time looking at each and found the mark that many would over look. Twas while bending over I heard a faint cry, soft and sweet. T The cry of a newborn infant, I searched slowly and found you within the bushes, still attached to the body of a slender elf maid. Wounded she was grievously yet still breathing after fighting and birthing. Her skin was soft as silk and brown as the nuts you continually gorge yourself on. Hair blue black dark as night and eyes that glowed with merriment behind the fog of pain. Her voice was so sweet the gentle babble of a brook, she asked me to look out for you to take care of you. When I agreed and had taken you into my arms and wrapped you in my cloak she smiled like the dawning of the sun and passed. There now get back to your task you ungrateful wretch or I shall have you digging and filling holes for the rest of the day! The old monk smiled as the elf child leaped swiftly to his feet and raced across snow and ice to the monastery that was their hom There now get back to your task you ungrateful wretch or I shall have you digging and filling holes for the rest of the day! The old monk smiled as the elf child leaped swiftly to his feet and raced across snow and ice to the monastery that was their home. Wonder filled him as he watched the child snatch clothes and don them seemingly without breaking stride. Within the present brynn twisted and turned dodging foes only he could see, knowing that upon the morrow he would be leaving his home, would begin a quest long in the making, and one he and the Master had decided needed fulfilled. Seeming simple yet how could one know themselves with such a gaping whole in their existence. (sorry half asleep and brain not working)
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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