The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Draeth.

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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Draeth' scribed in brilliant red ink.



Author:  Draeth
Date    Wed Nov  7 11:16:10 2001



Subject  preparations for defense



Upon returning to the Tower at Wayreth after my initial
walkthrough of
Palanthas I was extremely troubled.

I have never seen so many people in fear before. I felt the magic
within me
boiling with rage, muttering to myself what better way to use my
heightened
magic, I quickly ascended the stair in the white tower to my
room.

Locking the door behind me and casting a wizard lock on the door
also for
extra protection so no one would disturb me.

I headed towards my bench and began meditating. In my travels I
had seen some
interesting things done with magic and I was hoping I could
modify them for my
purposes.

Praying,  Lord Solinari, guide my hand and my tongue and enable
me to
accomplish these few things for Palanthas's protection

Drawing out a blank sheet of parchment I begin scribing down the
needed
materials, diagrams, and wording of the spell I plan to cast.

Once finished I look at the parchment checking everything for
detail. Nodding
I begin drawing the diagram  out on the stone dias.

The diagram resembles the one used for summoning demons but
instead of the
binding runes I have substituted the ones for creation Finishing
with the last
rune I slump back against the stone table weary from the exertion
of putting
magic into the runes.

When I come to my senses again I am refreshed and ready for the
next step. I
place small block of granite  in the center of the glyph.
Standing behind the
table for protection I begin casting the spell. The power can be
felt
whispering around me as the spell reaches its conclusion.
Pointing at the
block at the end of the spell all the magic is released into the
stone.
"Nothing is happening, what could I have done wrong" Saying a
prayer to
all the gods of magic, I suddenly feel a slight tremble in the
room. The stone
block begins to liquify and grow outwards. Taking on humanoid
features as it
grows. When it is finally done forming it stands with its head
touching the
ceiling.  I can't believe it worked, I'll have to let Reiner
and Bromen know
that the stone to mud spell can be adjusted. Creation of the
golem has left
me exhausted so I must rest once again. Before I fall asleep I
say 
Solinari, allow me to make enough of these golems to help the
people of
palanthas  Then falling into a deep sleep dreaming of what it
will take to
push Takhisis back into the Abyss.

Master Draeth Aidrau Librarian



Author:  Draeth
Date    Mon Dec  3 17:28:33 2001


Subject  An eerie return I



Hearing the news that almost all of the citizens of Palanthas had
to have been
evacuated I decide to return and see how the war effort was
going. Placing the
last rune of warding on a side of a rock at the entrance to
Solace I chant a
quick spell on myself and then teleported to Palanthas.
Immediately upon my
arrival I see the minions of the Dark Queen everywhere. 
Muttering a quick
prayer of thanks to Solinari that I had cast invisibility upon
myself before
teleporting, I head off to scout around the town. Walking by the
Tower of High
Sorcery I notice that all of my animated stone statues were
destroyed but a
large number of lesser minion corpses littered the area around
the grove.

As I walk around the town I see small pockets of resistance,
mainly Solamnics.
 By the Gods!  I swore, realizing I had not heard anything
from my parents
since the evacuation. Wondering if they made it away safely I
quickly headed
for the house where I grew up. Reaching my home I am filled with
dread when I
see the eastern half of it collapsed.  " I hope they got out
safely, but
they should have contacted me if they did." As I enter the
house I can see
everything is in a disarray " They must have already looted
this part of
town." Wandering slowly around the house I look for any signs
that my
parents may have left me before leaving town. As I walk into the
study I am
drawn to one of the books on the shelves. Pulling it out I look
at the cover
"Islands in the Sky" *Chuckling to myself while looking at
the fairy tale
book* For some reason I notice that the book feels heavier then
when I last
held it. Opening it up I find a blue vibrating gem and a letter.

(to be continued...)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Mon Dec  3 17:43:41 2001


Subject  An eerie return II



When I look at the beautiful flowing handwriting on the front of
the letter I
realize that it is my mothers handwriting. Hands shaking, I take
the gem and
open the letter.

 Draeth, I am sorry we could not get word to you before we
left, but know
that your father and I are safe. I have taken him to Elysium
until the war is
over. Elysium? I say to myself They have never mentioned
this place
before, so why does it sound familiar? Reading where I had left
off. I
would have taken you also, but seeing you increase in power and
your love of
protecting the people here I thought it would be best for you to
stay and
help. This gem has been in my side of the family for many many
years and it is
time to hand it down to you. If you wish to see us again all you
have to do is
hold this gem and cast a portal to me and it will transport you.
But be warned
that you will release something that was supposed to have lain
dormant within
you. It may bring you greater powers and also greater enemies. If
you do not
wish to wake this inside you, know that we are safe and will
return with the
end of the war.

Love,   Etiana Aidrau 

Completely stunned by the letter the book falls from my hands and
lands open
on the floor,  I recall back to the tower completely forgetting
why I came to
Palanthas in the first place.

Maybe one of the Archmages will know where this Elysium is at
so I can find
my parents.  I would like to be prepared for what may come." 
Walking
throughout the tower I search for one who knows of this obscure
land.

Back in the house the book lies open to the first page  Welcome
to the
Islands in the Sky, beautiful peaceful Elysium

(to be continued)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Dec  4 08:10:11 2001


Subject   Preparations 



After wandering the halls of Wayreth and not finding any mages
that had heard
of Elysium. I retired to my study and began thinking of if I
should go and
what I should prepare for. Getting frustrated I throw the gem
down. Instead of
falling to the floor it stops its decent and begin rising and
stops when it is
floating beside me.  Interesting I mutter Casting a detect
magic spell on
the gem it flares blindingly, brighter than any other item I
have.  Why
would my mother have this magical gem, she is not a wizardess.
fumbling with
the gem in my hand.  Also why could she have not sent word to
me and why
can't I scrye their location. I guess the only course of action
for me it to
pay her a visit.  Suddenly I remember her warning about
awakening something
inside me.   she said it may bring me great power. Maybe this
is what I need
to protect people from the Dark Queen. Standing I walk over to
my altar. As
I kneel before the altar I say  I will need Solinari's guidance
and blessing
more than I need sleep before I begin this  Solinari, protect
me as I
travel to this unknown place. Hopefully  I will not be away long
and when I
return I plan to fight harder than ever against the Dark Queen.
Forgive me for
not staying here and protecting the people but I feel a strange
calling to
Elysium, maybe they will have something there that will help the
resistance. I
am your humble servant and I will return

I remain in prayer until I feel Solinari's blessing. Standing I
grab the gem
out of the air, clutching it tightly and saying 'ohaz' I enter
the gate and
begin the trip to see my parents.

(to be continued... again)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Dec  4 15:24:54 2001


Subject   The PAIN



As soon as I stepped into the gateway I could tell something was
different.
First of all it was taking longer than usual, secondly there were
strange
lights around me.  Something has gone wrong, I shouldn't have
come. I say
to myself. A trap? This couldn't be a trap, my mother would not
betray me
Suddenly the lights around me begin to slow down and I can make
out my
destination ahead of me. As soon as I step out of the gate I see
what looks
like my mother sitting by a fire, but she is different somehow. A
look of
alarm crosses her face when she sees me and rushes over. 
Draeth, you don't
have much time. Remove everything that you don't want
destroyed! Dumbfounded
by this strange reaction I say Gah? Mother, whats wrong?.
Snap out of
it, quickly remove everything. Her nails digging into my arms
brings me out
of my stupor and I begin trying to take everything off. Too
late she says.

Before I can remove my equipment a searing pain races through my
body. I can
feel some bones grinding together some expanding away from each
other, and
strangest of all, new ones forming.

AHHHHHH! MOTHER WHAT IS HAPPENING? I scream.  Be calm
Draeth it will
pass soon, your heritage is awakening

My hair begins falling out, my skin becomes fluid like, my eyes
feel like they
are on fire, and I feel a horrible pain in my back like something
is pushing
its way out. Writhing on the floor in pain screaming, my body
continues to
change. Gradually the pain subsides  Careful Draeth, my
mother says  the
alteration is done but now comes the reforming. Even though the
pain is less
now it is still enough to incapacitate me. I feel my skin
beginning to harden
once more, I can feel hair growing back on my head and I regain
my eyesight.
By now everything I had been wearing was destroyed in the change
and I see it
lying broken and scattered on the floor.  whawha.. what
happened?  See
for yourself she says. Standing up weakly she helps me over to
a full-length
mirror. My white robe is hanging in tatters on me everything else
I had been
wearing was destroyed. Suddenly my sight clears up and I look at
myself
closer. DEAR SOLINARI!! I scream  What have I become?
(yup you guessed
it ... to be continued)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Dec  4 19:47:31 2001


Subject  Explaination and Return



Standing in shock in front of the mirror looking at what I have
become my
mother explains what has happened. You are a descendant of the
guardians of
Elysium, a race called Aasimar.

You are the result of a celestial and a mortal coming together.
When I saw
your beauty and ears I knew my heritage had been passed on to
you. We
coincidentally resemble elves and half-elves and are easily
mistaken for
them. I turn to say something to my mother and when I see her
my jaw drops. 
She has gone through the same transformation.  So you went
through the same
transformation I did?   No, Draeth I can assume this form
when I choose,
while on Ansalon I chose to hide my traits. Your traits cannot be
hid now
since you are still part mortal and have gone through the
change.

 Wait... ON Ansalon? Where are we now?  We are in the plane
of Elysium,
being an Aasimar you can walk the various planes now.

Including returning to your home plane. The jewel I gave you will
help you do
that.

*Looking out a window at the beautiful island and seas*  You
warned me and I
still came, I had to see for myself that you were safe, where is
Father?

 He is asleep, I had to put a spell over him because he would
have not
mentally survived the journey or my transformation. I could have
protected him
on Ansalon but that would have revealed what I truly am.

 How am I supposed to go back like this? I cannot hide my
traits and people
will hate me because I am different.

 I know, that is what I told you. This change will bring you
greater enemies
but since your transformation you have gained racial powers.  I
cannot tell
you what they are, you must discover them yourself. But to
protect you until
they are discovered I will outfit you since your own items were
destroyed.
She walks over to a large chest bound in silver and unlocks it
from a key
around her neck.  These items have been passed down through my
family like
the gem, they are powerful artifacts but again I cannot tell you
what they
do.

Thank you mother *taking the items from the chest and putting
them on*
Now you must return and help regain order. Use the jewel like
you did to get
here. Just make sure you gate to someone that trusts in you and
will
understand.  Not even having to think about who that is
Ryouta, he will
understand, I shall approach him first and use him to break the
news to my
breathren Embracing my mother good-bye mother hopefully you
and father
shall be able to return soon. I will send word when all is
safe.

Grasping the gem again and holding it to my chest 'ohaz' and
I begin my
journey back home to continue the fight.

(The end??? maybe I'm not sure )



Author:  Draeth
Date    Thu Dec 13 08:45:37 2001


Subject  Practicing and Discovery



After seeing Takhisis flee from a pair of mortals and her knights
being torn
asunder by Sorthrus's woodland creatures I knew there was some
time for me to
walk the planes to practice and learn more about my new skills.
Returning back
to the tower, after a brief trip by Caergoth to sabotage the dark
knights
ships in the harbor, I head to my study and walk towards my
summoning glyph
towards the back. I should return to Elysium and inform mother
that
Palanthas is freed but there is still much evil roaming around.
Standing in
the center of the glyph I once again grab the Jewel floating
around me and
open a gate to my mother. Son! It is good to see you here
again, is the war
over? Is that why you returned?  No, mother, Takhisis still
walks on
Ansalon but she no longer holds Palanthas. You can return if you
need to now.
I have returned to research those items you have given me.
Nothing on Anasalon
is known about the runes on them or about my kind. Here is the
only place I
can find those answers If that is what you seek you should
visit the Grand
Archives, the archives are in the large building on the next
Island over, fly
west and you cannot miss it, make sure you research your
grandfather, Abael,
that is who those items came from. Also, I think we shall return
to our house.
I fear I will have some explaining to do to your father about his
lack of
memory of the past weeks.  Farewell son, if you ever need to
return here again
just hold the gem and picture this place. You don't need me here
for the spell
to work.  I nod as she turns and walks back to the bedroom, as
I fly from
the house there is a flash of light as my mother and father
travel back to
Ansalon. Flying west, gliding with the air currents ,marveling at
the freedom
of flying, I reach the island in no time and the Archives is not
hard to spot.
There before me stands a structure made of Amethyst with four
crystal towers
rising from the corners. Floating down to the entrance I see many
scholarly
looking people entering and exiting the building. Upon entering
the building I
am overwhelmed, This archive must be at least as huge as the
Great Library
in Palanthas Not knowing where to go I walk over to a short
person with huge
spectacles on his face sitting behind a reading a book.  Excuse
me sir,  
his head pops up and his eyes open wide and he shrinks back from
me  Abael? 
no it can't be you who are you? My  name is Draeth, Abael was
my
grandfather, could you tell me where I could find information on
him?
Stuttering he replies  ye..yes.. sir.. west tower, 5th level,
everything on
the right. and after that he scurried off into the stacks.

Wrapping my wings around me as I ascend the stairs to the west
tower.  It
seems I have much to learn about my Grandfather. I wonder what
made that
strange fellow so uneasy.

(more to come... stay tuned...)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Thu Dec 13 15:56:48 2001


Subject   Books, books and more books



Entering the room that held the books I needed on the 5th floor I
was amazed.
It didn't look like a library, the room resembled a lavish study,
sofa's and
padded chairs sit in the middle of the room and a fireplace sits
on the north
wall with 2 huge windows on either side.

Remembering what the strange fellow said I headed over to the
right side of
the wall.  Upon seeing almost the entire wall covered with books,
This is
going to take forever. Before I could start examining the books
the painting
in the center of the shelves catches my attention.

This must be my grandfather, mother gave me almost everything
in that
picture. Admiring the painting for a moment longer then I turn
and begin the
task of sorting through the books.

This first section of books seems to be history books.
looking through the
titles I see one that looks important to me  "Abael's
Guardianship",  this
should explain something Sitting down in a nobacked chair I
begin reading
through the book. A few hours pass and I close the book,
finished.  Well at
least that explained that man's fear, it seems my grandfather was
one of the
high ranking guardians. Now if I can find something on his
equipment. 
Placing the book back where it came I look through the next
section of
shelves.

Nearing the end of the day I have two books picked out "Arms and
Armour of
Guardians" and a journal of one of the lesser guardians that
followed my
grandfather.  I am sure they won't mind if I borrow these, I
haven't seen
anyone in here all day so I doubt anyone will notice. Grabbing
the books I
begin walking the planes back to the Tower in Wayreth. Too
excited for rest I
sit down at my desk and begin looking through the Arms book.  On
the first
page is something interesting  He who wears the items on these
pages is
obligated to become the guardian for either their prime plane or
their home
plane, otherwise these items will be useless to those.

 Well now, it seems I'll be more of a protector than I
thought.

Thumbing through the pages and looking at the items, I notice
that most of
items seemed to have written in at the bottom of the page
"Destroyed" or 
"Lost" the other items seem to have been buried with their
owners. The common
items such as my breastplate and bracelets I find easily and
their magic is
merely protective nothing extremely special about them.

As I turn more pages it seems hardly any of these items exist
anymore,
suddenly I see a section towards the back listing items based on
their owners.
Quickly I look for Abael's name and find it. Many of his items
seem to have
been destroyed when he was killed. The ones listed as lost are
the circlet,
armbands, and the earring I am wearing but there are two other
items listed as
lost Abael's Gauntlets  and his War Staff. Unfortunately nothing
is listed on
the last two items and very little is said about the first three
other than
what the runes mean.

 Apparently he kept the use of these a secret. Maybe the
journal will tell
me more. Setting the book aside and picking up the journal I
begin reading
through it.

(Next up the journal....)



Author:  Draeth
Date    Fri Dec 14 11:00:52 2001


Subject  Excerpts from the follower of Abael



These passages are those that I took note of when I read through
the journal I
borrowed from the Grand Archives. OOC knowledge only except for
Conclave who
are noted of any new magical artifacts.

 When Abael and I arrived we were stunned by the carnage that
surrounded us.
After the battle many lay wounded and dying, many already dead,
the warriors'
only healer lay mortally wounded unable to even heal himself.
Abael went out
onto the field of battle and found the healer, there he knelt
beside the dying
figure and his wings extended around the body. A soft glow
emanated from
inside the wings as Abael prayed over him.

Standing shakily, Abael walked back over to me saying that we
should leave.
Before turning and flying off I saw the healer stand and walk
over to the
first dying soldier and begin healing him.

 We chased the wounded barghest through the outlands until we
finally
cornered it deep in a cave. Blow after blow it fended off until
Abael began to
slow down. Grinning, the barghest thought it had the upper hand
and began
advancing on the two of us. I cast a couple of spells to hold it
back as long
as I could. When I looked at Abael I see him grasping his left
arm and
chanting. As his chanting grew louder he ordered me back and
reforming and
closing in. The walls continued closing in until all that stood
in front of us
was a solid stone wall. Deep within the wall we could hear the
barghest
roaring in anger after being sealed within the stone.

  . . . and those ships were headed straight for Sybat. Knowing
we had to
protect the town we flew out and over the ships. Casting spells
down towards
the ships gained us no ground. The ships apparently had
sorcerers' of their
own down there that were protecting the ships from attack. I told
Abael that
we couldn't fend them all off once they landed and that nothing
was working
right now, I asked him for guidance. Smiling all he said was
'watch'. 
Removing his circlet from his head he began moving it around in a
circle and
chanting. Seeing Abael looking down at the ships I looked down,
then I saw why
he smiled. The sorcerers could protect from magic but not nature.
The wind,
water and mist began swirling around the ship faster and faster. 
Soon all we
could see below us was a maelstrom. After a few minutes Abael
stopped moving
the circlet around and placed it back on his head. When the winds
died down
and stopped all that remained below was wreckage.  We returned .
. .

to be continued... again....



Author:  Draeth
Date    Sat Dec 15 09:32:46 2001


Subject  The Death of Abael



I make as many notes as I could about the powers of the
celestials from the
journal. All the time it has not struck me that I the journal was
not written
by my grandfather but one of his friends and followers. As I
reach the end of
the journal I see why. It seems they were tracking a Tana'ri
through the Abyss
that had kidnapped someone's child. The following is what I read.

 We tracked the fiend through the Abyss traveling quickly above
it. Flying
ahead we dropped down and prepared to meet it and banish it.
Uttering magical
commands and surrounding ourselves with magical auras and
grabbing our weapons
preparing to battle this abyss fiend.

As the Tana'ri approached we saw that we were truly in over our
heads, it was
a Balor. Upon seeing us in front of it lit in holy fire the Balor
stormed
towards us. Abael turned to me and said. 'We will not both make
it out of
here, let me distract him while you grab the child and flee' I
refused I told
him we could take him together. Abael thought otherwise. He
rushed in to meet
the Balor and smashed the creature's left arm with his war staff.
The Balor
roared in pain, dropped the child, and knocked the staff out of
Abael's hand.
Abael turned to me and yelled 'Get the child and get out of here'
Rushing in
to grab the child I sustained a blow to my side and barely got
the child and
fled. Hearing the monster's roaring diminish, I knew I was
getting away. After
transporting the child back home I returned to the spot where the
battle took
place. I could tell a great battle took place the rocks were all
scorched and
broken. But there was no corpses around, after searching I
finally found why
not. Littered upon the ground was some of Abael's equipment all
circling a
dark scorch mark. While gathering the equipment I see that Balor
had destroyed
Abael and escaped, I could tell by his trail he was dragging one
of his legs
and bleeding profusely. Not waiting for him to return I grabbed
what I could
and fled. I gave his gear to his wife and daughter and told them
that he had
died valiantly. 

Stunned by what I just read, I closed the book and wept. Raising
my head said
I will do honor to your legacy grandfather, I shall protect
everyone just
like you would have. When I discover all of my inherent powers
and learn those
taught to me by my brethren, I will find that Balor and destroy
him.

Crawling into bed I immediately fall asleep.

THE END for now.. *eerie music*- dum dum dummmm



Author:  Draeth
Date    Mon Dec 17 08:15:36 2001


Subject  My new role



Things had changed tremendously for me after my research. I now
saw things in
a different light, feelings of goodness surrounding me. Following
my
grandfather's footsteps I chose to become a sentinel of Ansalon,
protecting
the people and helping only the good. I should not rule out all
evil, some
of the order of the Black Robes I see some goodness in them. I
shall help them
if the need arises. *Nodding I turn and walk over to my window
and open it*
Right now the people of Caergoth need my help in removing the
Dark
Knights. I glance around the room making sure I have the items
I need for my
plans. Leaping out the window I fly towards Caergoth.



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Dec 18 08:11:18 2001


Subject  Minor Attack



As I fly towards Caergoth I head a little west and stop at a
small port town
called Eastport, in Southern Ergoth.

Speaking as I descend down towards the harbormaster  Good Sir,
would you
happen to have any ships for sale?

Yes sir, I have these 4 carracks here that have been salvaged
but not
repaired. They are seaworthy, but that is it. I don't think they
would hold a
crew.

That is ok sir, they won't need one.  I will take all of
them. I hand the
harbormaster a large pouch of steel, seeing his smile I know that
covered the
cost. Whatever you wish sir, they are all yours. Good luck
sailing those
heaps, you'll need em. smiling I nod and walk over to the first
ship pulling
a small silver hammer and platinum chisel out of a pouch. Working
swiftly I
engrave a few runes on each ship. When I finish the task I stand
in the middle
of the four ships, reaching into another pouch I pull out some
steel shavings
and dried seaweed.   Argo tulal forsperu  the runes begin
glowing  Oha
tu reghaz threght and with the final word I spin around
throwing the mixture
onto all 4 ships.  The ships glow with a dim blue then return to
their normal
color. That should do it, let see what damage I can do now. 
Flying up and
then off towards Caergoth, the carracks sailing slowly behind me.
As I fly
around the northern cape of Caergoth I see the port. The dark
knight's ships
are easily identifiable and I head towards them. The enchanted
ships behind
me, covered by the setting sun, head towards the dark knights
groupings.
Stopping in the air I motion the ships to speed up in that
direction. I
chuckle to myself as the first of my ships crash into the dock
holding 2 of
the knights ships. The other three crash into other ships. As I
fly in towards
town, I survey the damage: a couple of their ships and the dock
are badly
damaged, mine are sunk and there are some knights bodies floating
in the
water. That was well worth the steel I paid, quite amusing. 
Setting down
behind a tavern I walk into the town seeing what other help I
could give the
citizens.



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Feb  5 15:50:29 2002



Subject  My Dragon



Raising my head after hours of study over the notes Galaphale
gave me on the
Vision, I peer around the Library. "Very few mages are here
nowadays, they
must be out defending various places against the forces of
Takhisis. I wish
there was something I could do to help." Looking around the room
one final
time I lower my head going back to my studies. As it drops my
gaze strays
across a ring on my finger a ring shaped like a silver dragon
coiled around my
finger.

"This is how I can help the mages defend Solace" Gathering my
belongings I
rush out of the library, leaving the other materials layed out
for when I come
back. "I have felt that this ring was linked to something but
I've never had
the chance to try to summon it." Rushing through the corridors
and up the
stairs in the White Tower of Wayreth I end up on the roof at the
altar of
Solinari. Kneeling at the altar I pray to Solinari for help and
assistance
then I stand and walk over to the edge of the tower. While going
over in my
head all that I know about summoning creatures I remember a story
about a ring
that was trapped and when the mage tried to summon the creature
it exploded.
Layering myself in protective spells just in case this is one of
those rings,
I prepare to contact whatever is linked to the ring. Closing my
eyes and
reaching out across the continent with my mind I search. I feel
the chill from
Icereach and the Heat from Sanction as my mind passes those
locations. As my
mind reaches Kalaman I feel a pull to the north. Sending my
mental probe out
across the Blood Sea I can see nothing, passing through the
maelstrom and
still being pulled north I reach a very small island a couple of
hundred
leagues north of Mithas, a great sense of fear but also a feeling
of goodness
comes over me as I reach a huge mountain the encompases most of
the island. I
find great claw marks in the stone and follow then to a fissure
in the side of
the mountain. Now the fear and thrill is so much that I cannot
enter, I send
my summons out through the crack "Come to Wayreth, you are
summoned." Hearing
a great roar, I quickly pull my mind back to my body and await
the creature.
"I felt goodness so it must not be evil." After an hour or two of
sitting and
looking north I see a speck of silver passing in the distance.
Initially I
think that is the Solamnic that Tarantel has coming to Solace but
the silver
does not head towards Solace it keeps coming towards the Tower.
As it gets
closer I can make out that it is not a smaller silver dragon used
by the
Knights for transport, this one is much larger. "I better fly out
to meet it,
I wouldn't want to scare away any of the new initiates with this
beast's
size." I glide out on my wings towards the silver behemoth. The
dragon sees me
coming towards it and stops about 100 yards away from the Tower
and looks me
over. Upon it seeing my white robes it calms down and speaks "Are
you the one
who has called out to me?" I reply "Yes, that would be me. I
wanted to see
what creature was linked to this ring I wear" The dragon looks
down with his
shining eyes at my ring "Yes, I remember when I was connected to
that thing.
The person who did it was a dear friend of mine in my younger
days. That is
the only reason why I allowed him to do that." Bowing to the
dragon I say "I
have only summoned you to see if I can help out in the protection
of Solace
from the Dark Queen, I do not seek to bind you against your
will." The deep
rumbling comes from inside the dragon and it growls "It has been
awhile since
I have been around mortals, yet I sense you are different than
most. I feel a
deep devotion and goodness inside you, I will help you and maybe
I will come
to your call even after this is done. But tell me what is your
name?" Bowing
again to the beast "My name is Draeth Aidrau, I am a sentinel
from the planes
and a White Robe in the Conclave. Might I ask your name?"  ...
continued



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue Feb  5 15:52:09 2002



Subject  Dragon... continued



Snickering the dragon replies "You can call me Mercury. I will
not tell you my
full name just yet." "So you will help in the guarding of
Solace?" I ask.
"Even a dragon my size and magnificance cannot protect an entire
town, I will
search for other Silvers that are not participating in the war
and bring them
to help." Smiling I say "Thank you Mercury, your help will not go
forgotten.
If you need me I shall be at Wayreth." The dragon looks down at
me and says "I
will contact you when I find others, hopefully we can fly into
battle someday
soon. It has been awhile since I've seen action." With that
Mercury turns and
flies back north. "I also hope we can fight together" I cast a
spell and
return to my studies in the Library.





Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue May  7 15:05:21 2002


Subject  Prelude to a Spire




Having been away from my home plane so long I decide to return to
Elysium to
continue my spell research.

As usual I planewalk to my mothers house on a small island in
Elysium and make
it there with no difficulties, the spell getting easier to cast
with every
use. Hoping my mother had returned from Palanthas for a short
visit, but I am
disappointed to find that the house is empty. Gathering some
items from my
house I fly out and head to the great library again. Lost in the
feeling of
the fresh air and warmth from the sun across my face I quickly
realize that
the library is just ahead. I descend, wrapping my wings around me
creating
what looks like a feathery robe. As  I enter the library I greet
the
Tomemaster, as usual he shows me respect and a certain amount of
fear. I head
past him and up to the floor where the journals and histories of
the Guardians
are held. I head past the histories, because I find that they
have no
information of use to me.

The thing I come here to look for are the spells created by the
protectors,
these are usually documented in the journals. I pick off the
shelf one of the
more recent ones, it closely resembles the way my spellbooks are
bound so it
catches my eye.  As soon as I open the book I find out why it
looks the way it
does, this protector is one of the new spellguards they have in
their ranks. 
These spellguards are Guardians that dedicate their time to
develop new
defensive and offensive spells. I curse under my breath for not
taking some
scrolls and quills with me to copy some of the information down.
Closing the
book and tucking it under my arm I descend down to the
Tomemasters desk, I ask
Excuse me sir, do you have a scroll and a quill to copy certain
parts of
this book? A portion of his lips curls up into somewhat of a
offended smile
We dont copy parts of a book here sir, we consider a disgrace
to the books
and those who wrote it He instructs me to hold the book out
over his desk.
Suprisingly he casts a levitation spell on the book and pushes my
hands away.
He pulls a small crystal vial from his desk with a pearly yellow
liquid
inside. He opens the vial and pours a small drop onto the top of
the floating
book. The book pulsates with a yellow and white light then
suddenly a book
drops onto the desk.  The light dims and slowly dies away
revealing the
original book still floating in the air. He plucks the book out
of the air and
hands it to an assistant who runs away with the book. He picks up
the book
laying on his desk and hands it to me and says quite useful
spell that one.
It simplified our work here when we got this book in. Seeing
the look on my
face he says Dont worry this book is the same as the one I sent
away. You
can have this copy, since you are a relative of Abael. We do not
do this for
anyone. Clasping the book to my chest I say This potion you
used, you say
it was learned from this book? He nods in acquiescence.
Smiling, I bow to
him, unfurl my wings and exit the library heading home.



Author:  Draeth
Date    Tue May 14 17:56:08 2002


Subject  Spells and Books




Sitting in my room in the White Tower at Wayreth I read the tome
I brought
back with me for the third time making sure I had absorbed all
information
from it. I had obtained 3 main spells from the book that I
planned on adding
to mine and teaching others that wanted the knowledge. Opening my
spellbook I
copy down the spell commands, the items needed and the effects
down for these
spells (Crystalize, Orb of Knowledge, and Duplicate). With that
Orb of
Knowledge I could carry with me all I need to teach others, it
would work
wonders for a library. I stop in midsentence and think to
myself I wonder
if that would work, we could copy certain tomes from Palanthas
and make
another library closer to the Tower. I smile inward and finish
copying the
spells down. Closing my spellbook I pull a sheet of parchment
from under my
desk and hastily write on it.

 Tobek,   I have a very interesting proposal for you, as the
leader of the
Librarians I feel I should send you word of my new discoveries. 
I have found
a way to both duplicate books and store the knowledge from the
books easily. I
was hoping you would assist me in creating a building to house
this new wisdom
and some of the old. I am scouting the area around Solace hoping
to find a
suitable place to construct this.

Send me word if you will be able to help.

-Draeth, devoted Librarian 

Folding the parchment in half twice I write a small rune on the
top and cast a
spell over it. The letter rises and flies out the window.  I
hope this finds
you wherever you are, Tobek.  Opening up another spellbook I
begin sorting
through the spells finding ones that might be useful in making
this new house
of wisdom.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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