The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Eldaron.
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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Eldaron' scribed in faded brown ink.
Author: Eldaron Date Fri Feb 17 10:35:47 2006 Subject An unexpected journey It began on a brisk summers day in Neverwinter. This city is located in a land called Faerun. It was brisk, because it was always brisk in the north of Faerun. Eldaron D'faerlyn had been there For several years, doing miscellaneous work in service to the city's ruling lord. His youthful Wanderlust had begun to wear off, and he had decided it was time to return home to Evermeet. This was the great Elven homeland, whos beauty and wealth is legendary. his family was there, as well as his childhood sweetheart. Evermeet can only be arrived at through very specific magical portals, access to which is extremely tightly controlled. He had almost forgotten the way home! But with the help of a kindred elf in a town called Port Last, he was able to obtain passage home. as he entered the portal, the usual blue light surrounded him, and he basked in its warm glow. HE would soon be home. Then there was a sound. Looking around to identify its source, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea. The blue light turned a sickly shade of red, and he felt as if his entire body was being forced inside out by way of his bowels. blinding pain seared him, and he suddenly felt himself grow weaker, and weaker. Just when he thought he would surely die, it was over. He collapsed in a pile of ruin. When he woke, he found himself along a road leading into a gleaming white city. For a very brief moment, he thought that he had made it home after all. But he did not recognize this city. Indeed, this whole place felt very, very strange to him. it felt...alien. Like the very air was trying to cast him out of this world, an unwelcome intruder. He failed in rising to his feet several times before he managed to prop him self up, by leaning on his staff and hobbling towards the city. It was not long before he came upon another person. Seeing that she was an Elf, he greeted her. She was very kind, and concerned about his weakened appearance. she helped him to a place where he rest safely. He quickly passed out. Waking up, He noticed he was in a room with several other people. his good samaritan was there among them. He greeted her in the elven tongue, and she replied in kind. her accent was very strange, however. He asked her where she was. "This is Palanthas, sir. Did you get hit in the head?" "I must get to Evermeet" said Eldaron. "I think something evil is happening to the portals. Word must be brought to the Palace" "I don't know anything about Evermeet, sir. But if you are looking for a palace, it is right here" "You have never heard of Our homeland? What is the name of this land? Where am I?" A note of panic entered Eldaran's voice as he spoke. "I already told you, you are in Palanthas." The Elf maiden seems to be concerned about his state as she said this. "Why, The land is called Ansalon my lord. And our world is Krynn." She spoke as one might speak to the addled or to a child. "I think I am very lost" said Elderon, as he collapsed down with a sigh. Moving to comfort him, the women said "There are many elves here. And they are all lost in these human lands, you could say". " I think that I am very, very lost then." a short while later, Eldaron asked her to tell him about this world a little. She told him about Solamnia, and the Dark Queen, and a little more about the world of Krynn. She also went into great detail about elves of the land, The Qualinesti, and of course the Silvanesti and the forests of Silvanost. "I should go there, then. One of the mages there must surely know something of the portals, and maybe even Evermeet." "It would be a good place to begin, sir. Before you go, please take this money to help you on your way. I always like to help our kind in this world. " "You have been so kind to me already, I thank you." He said with a bow, and she departed. Eldaron looked around and said softly "It seems that the Gods demand one more adventure from me." Author: Eldaron Date Tue Feb 21 11:07:59 2006 Subject In search of the Conclave It had been some days since Eldaron first arrived in Krynn so unexpectedly. He hed mostly spent his time learning about the new world he was in. Gathering information, and deciding how he could best use it in order to further his goal of developing a way back home. The best lead he had come across was in regards to a well-known but rather reclusive and hard to locate group, a guild of mages of sorts, known as the conclave. In fact, the conclave was the Only mages guild here, it seems. All repsected and established sorcery in the land was regulated and centered here, in their tower, the location of which was a closely guarded secret. The other major lead he came accross was a group of sorcerors known as the 'Grey Robes'. Information about them was hazy, and always given with quick glances over ones shoulder. They were by all accounts incredible dangerous, and possible also insane. He decided that his best hope of finding a way home lay with the mages of the Conclave. For good coin, he learned the name of a contact in the conclave, one who could help him. And so, with some trepidation, he contacted the Archmage Khyldes... the story will continue when the outcome of this meeting is determined... Author: Eldaron Date Wed Feb 22 15:22:52 2006 Subject a crossroads Eldaron Left the chambers of Lynx feeling confused, and another emotion unfamiliar to him It was...anger. he had heard that these mages were wise, and learned. He thought they would help him. Instead, they were like the wizards of Thay, seeking to use him for their own purposes. MY purposes are what matter to me. And I will return to my home. If they won't help me, Perhaps there are others who will. Sits down to ponder...
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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