The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dunstan.
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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dunstan' scribed in deep purple ink.
Author: Dunstan Date: Sat Dec 12 19:56:43 2009 Subject Delivering bad news Dunston worked with the other priests sorting the bodies of those who had died trying to liberate Palanthas from the clutches of the Dragon Armies. This battle field was particularly disheartening as it seemed it consisted of mostly young men barely of the age to go to war yet here their lifeless corpses lay. It was obvious they had been out numbered and yet every one of them had died fighting. It was on one of the last corpses to be laid out that identity of their commander became clear. Dunston recognized the signet ring the young Knight of the Crown wore as that of the Duke of Luinstat. He knew it would fall to him to take the sad news back to that war torn citadel but first he would help to lay all these brace souls to rest. They toiled long into the night to dig graves for the soldiers of Solamnia and by morning he hoped he would never have to dig another grave. His sleep was troubled by dreams of a never ending war between the Knight of Solamnia and the Dragon Armies and he woke no less rested than when he had gone to sleep. Traveling south through the lands the Dragon Armies had moved through he was horrified by the destruction left in their wake. Animals hunted cruelly and many snares, left by the invading army, had animals in them that had been trapped but never humanely killed. Eventually he reached Luinstat and saw that the citadel had not been saved from the ravaging that the rest of the country side had suffered. He entered the citadel via the broken main gates and proceeded toward the heart of the ruined citadel. There he found the Duke and Duchess and delivered the news of their sons death. The Duke seemed unfazed by the news while his wife broke down and had to be escorted from the audience room. Dunston left Luinstat wondering what he could do to help restore the balance. Author: Dunstan Date: Thu Dec 17 19:05:57 2009 Subject The Calling The look of sorrow on the Duchess of Luinstat's face haunted Dunstan each evening as he fell asleep on his journey back to Palanthas. Although he had been raised in the forests of Qualinesti by his father it was the plight his mothers people that pulled at his heart. He felt their pain and saw the suffering in the lands that the Dragon Armies had brought upon the innocent people of Solamnia. On the third morning of travel, as he washed his face in a clear pool of water, his dream returned to him. He saw The High Prophetess helping the sick and wounded. She was near a glowing lake and Dunstan knew that this was the place he needed to find so that he could help his mothers people. Upon entering the next small village he went to the temple of Mishakal and enquired there of the location of this lake and it was only after he proved that he was a follower of Habbakuk and not a foul Dragon Army spy that the priest told him where to find the lake. Armed with this knowledge and knowing that this is what his mother would want him to do Dunstan set out to find the lake. Author: Dunstan Date: Sat Dec 26 18:47:28 2009 Subject Drawn to the Light I looked to the west as looking east reminded me of the hurt and suffering that the Dragon Armies had brought on the good people of Solamnia. Returning from Luinstat I had helped many displaced people. Tended to their wounds and helped cure all manner of diseases that were spreading with the Dragon Armies. It was these people who had nothing but made me feel at home and shared what little they had with me that made me realise why my mother had left me in the care of my father to return to her people, these people. The other thing I realised was that these people were defenceless, their husbands, brothers and sons had joined various armies the Solamnic nobles had raised in the hope of defeating the Dragon Armies and now they needed someone to protect them and guide them to safety. The tactics used by my fathers bands of Wildrunners came to mind in order to move a growing group of people unnoticed through the countryside. Each day we broke into small groups and moved towards a common destination all by different routes. Each day I moved with a different group trying to help those in need of spiritual guidance as well as the sick among them. I'm not sure who was more surprised, me or the patrol that found us near the lake, up ahead I could see a make shift camp outside an ancient temple to Mishakal. I had reached my destination but what was my destiny?
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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