The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Clive.

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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Clive' scribed in faded purple ink.


Author:    Clive          
Date:      Sun Sep 26
19:20:39 2010
Subject     Rituals

 Born out of
Palanthas, Clive grew up a disturbed boy. In his youth he
was a
chunky kid and in that he grew up to be a very plump man. Never
going
outside much during the day his skin became very pale and
his eyes very
dark. As he grew up he got tired of the law abiding
citizens of palanthas
and the solamnic knights throwing their law
around. He often went to the
outskirts of palanthas to kill the
farmers livestock. He enjoyed watching
them lying within inches
of death. After weeks of this practice the farmers
came together
to kill what they thought was a demon from what they saw left
of
their dead animals. He enjoyed watching them lying within inches
of
death. After weeks of this practice the farmers came together
to kill what
they thought was a demon from what they saw left of
their dead animals. They
caught him in the middle of one of his
rituals. All of them ganging together
overtook him and beat him
to unconsciousness. 

When Clive awoke he found he was on a ship
that had already set sail.
Bloodied and bruised he looked around
confused. Standing up he walked over
to a sailor and asked,
'Whats going on? Where are we going? How did I get
here?' The
sailor just looked at him and pointed to a man standing near
the
bow of the ship. Clive walked over to him and the man
grinned. Clive looked
at him and demanded to know what was going
on.

The man said, 'Well, well, Finally you wake up. Been out
for a day now. The
farmers you've been terrorizing were nice
enough to pay for your trip to
sanction. Guess they had enough
of you.'

Clive looked confused and his head was swimming in
every direction from the
rocking of the ship. He leaned against
the rail and threw up. The captain
laughed, 'Seems like your
going to have a fun ride.' Chuckling to himself he
walked aft
and into his cabin.

Between throwing up and sleeping clive did
nothing else save drink some
water the entire journey to
Sanction. Finally pilling into the harbor he got
off and wandered
the streets of Sanction happy to finally be on land. He
made his
way into a inn asking for a place to sleep. With no money
the
innkeeper he could work with his cook till he found another
job.

He soon started his rituals again, but now in Sanction he
moved on from
livestock to people and creatures wandering drunk
in the alleyways of
Sanction. He would mutilate them and listen
to their wishes to stop and
spare their lives. In the end he
would always watch them die slowly, smiling
with delight as he
spread their reminds outside of Sanction in his own
private
graveyard. Keeping their finger bones and trinkets. 

Soon he
found herbs and other ways to poison his victims and then heal
them
only to torture them again and finally killing them when he
was done hearing
their cries for help. Wanting to know more of
the ways of the healing and
cursing he was trying to create.
Wanting to know more of the power of
destruction he stopped
staying at the end and went to the Neraka to see what
he could
find. 

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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