The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Impavidus.
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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Impavidus' scribed in deep grey ink.
Author: Impavidus Date Mon Aug 1 06:45:37 2005 Stamp 1122896737 Subject History of Impavidus Draco I was born on the Day of Soldai, 2nd the Month of Bran to the House of Draco. As the first son to be born a great deal of responsibility would eventually fall upon my shoulders. My father was Fortis Draco and my mother Bellus Draco. My father served in the Knights of Takhisis as wing leader with his blue dragon Rake. My mother was also a part of the Knights of Takhisis as one of her many clerics. With such parents, my path had already been chosen before I was born. As early as I can remember, I was trained in the the art of fighting. I learned a wide variety of armed and unarmed combat from the weaponsmaster Zefan. A bit on the old side, the man had a giant pool of knowledge in regards to combat and the history of battles. Not only did I have to practice combat everyday, but I also had to learn horsemanship, reading, writing, arithmetic, etc etc. I lived in our manor learning all the things that I had to and in my "free" time, I was told to pray to our Queen Takhisis. I dutifully performed everything I was told to do and my days passed in a routine manner. My parents were never really around because of their duties but I loved them dearly and it was always great for me to see them when they came home. My father always had a story to tell and my mother a smile and a kiss. To my great horror, my father and mother returned one day with no story, no smile, no kiss. They lay cold in their coffins, eyes closed, breathless...They had fallen in battle I was told. My father had fought valiantly but lost to a wing of dragons under the command of the Knights of Solamnia. My mother hearing the news had rushed into the fray to find her husband, my father. Mercilessly, the Knights of Solamnia - those cursed wretches - had cut her down before she had gotten far. As I looked into their coffins, I was overcome with a grief that could not be matched by any being, god or mortal. I let out a curse into the winds, anger filling every inch of my body. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized the course that I had to follow - a path that had been laid from the moment I was born. I would have to seek entrance into the Knights of Takhisis to honor my dead father and mother. To honor them as well as to wreak vengeance on those that had been the cause of their demise. I took the medallion of Takhisis from around my mother's neck and placed it around my own giving a silent prayer up to Takhisis. From my father, I took the Draco family sword. It was an excellent blade, crafted with care and skill, that had been handed down from father to son. However, this time it was not the father giving the blade to the son...it was the son taking up the blade for his slain father. After the burial of my parents in our family cemetary, I headed out to seek entrance into the Knights of Takhisis leaving Zefan in charge of the Draco manor. To honor my mother and father, I plan to walk the path that they would have wished for me to follow.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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