The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Chernyj.
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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Chernyj' scribed in brilliant maroon ink.
Author: Chernyj Date: Mon Mar 4 09:13:47 2013 Subject [FWD] Chernyj's Apprentice training
[FWD Note] - [220] Chernyj: Chernyj's Apprentice training [FWD Date] - Sun Mar 3 18:56:31 2013 [FWD To ] - all [Original to:] immortal conclave [FWD List] - story Chernyj, the Dargonesti elf, took the tome that Master Jendaron gave him and found a deserted spot in the clanhall. An Explanation of Arcanum - strange title, he mused. Not THE explanation, but an explanation. You could see the wheels turning as he focused his sapphire blue eyes inward. Opening the tome, he saw that it was laid out in chapters and he was soon engrossed in learning the History and Laws of Wizardry. Luckily most of it was not new, he had heard things in the hallways, but never presented in such a concise matter as this guide. After each page that he read, Chernyj would ponder what he already had mastered. Indeed, his Magic was growing stronger, but lacked the focus of a true trained Mage. However, when he read about the three Orders, white, red, and black, the elf stopped and read the definitions over and over, visualizing himself in each Order. He quickly dismissed white - this Order didn't resonate within himself. Looking down on his red initiate robes, he tapped his forefinger on his upper lip in thought. He had always thought of himself as neutral, but perhaps he chose too soon. Leaving his musings for later, he finished studying the tome, shuddering when he thought of what dangers a renegade might pose to everyone, including him or herself. If he would ever face one, he hoped that the renegade would submit quickly. Chernyj could feel the anger beneath the surface and knew that patience and understanding weren't his strongest virtues. When he finished his studies, the elf put the tome in his pack and headed off to visit the long dead mage, Liam, to further his spell training. Influenced by what he learned, he closed his eyes, preparing himself to cast a spell that he avoided in the past - the energy drain spell changed him and he was afraid as he felt himself grow stronger as it drained his opponent. Opening his sapphire eyes, glowing now with power, he released the spell and gave a loud cry as he felt the incredible power unleashed. Howling with delight, Chernyj looked around and felt that this power was not something to be avoided, something to be hidden. This spell was wonderful, something to be mastered and added to his primary offensive spells. Unleashing spell after spell, any thought of danger or balance was quickly forgotten. Suddenly he stopped as his crushed velvet clock fell from his neck - he was no longer in balance - and his neck still burned from where the cloak zapped him. With a sigh, the Dargonesti elf sighed softly, knowing that for right or wrong, he had been changed this day, perhaps forever.
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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