The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kark.
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 private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kark' scribed in burnt orange ink.
Author: Kark Date Fri Jul 28 21:24:17 2006 Subject A new purpose It happened one night, many years ago. During the Night of the Eye, a young ogre was born in the northern Khalkist mountains. The event changed the young ogre pup greatly. From a young age, the ogre could control the forces around him in ways that baffled even the elders of the BoneGnasher clan. Childhood was rough for poor Kark however, as ogres are not very tolerant of things they do not understand. Kark could not yet control his abilities, which only made him an easier target for the other ogres. On one unfortunate occasion when his rage unleashed a lightning which burned his enemies, the repercussions were great. Seeking revenge, the leader of the bullies, a huge ogre by the name of Torask, cornered the young pup after dinner the next night. Using a cracked thigh bone from the meal of roast mutton, Torask viciously attacked Kark, gouging out his left eye. Torask made the mistake of gloating before attempting to blind the ogre permanently, laughing maliciously at the bleeding Kark. Fury like he had never felt before welled up within Kark, and the next thing he knew, there was a a great flash and a scream, and Kark was lying alone next to a large pile of ashes. Realizing these things would continue unless he could learn to control his powers. Gathering his things, Kark silently crept out of the camp, and began his quest. --------<*> Living a life of solitude was very enjoyable for Kark. He was able to concentrate on perfecting his magical talents without the interruptions of loud curses and random beatings. Kark was getting very good at his spells, and was overjoyed. Now at the age of maturity, Kark was ready to pay back the ogres of his village. Kark patiently waited for the right time, and when the black moon, Nuitari, was in high sanction, Kark descended on the village with all his fury. Fireballs and lightning bolts rained from the heavens, searing flesh and burning huts. Acid shot from Kark's hands, melting skin and bleaching bones. In the end, only about twenty ogres were still alive, though they would soon wish they weren't. In this small group were Kark's parents, whom he did not really care for, but seeing as how they gave him life, Kark felt he owed them the same. The others were enthralled, slaves of the one they ridiculed and beat. <*>===X============> For a while, Kark ruled the northern Khalkists, enthralling those who got in his way, or destroying those who refused to be enslaved. Life was good for Kark, he had everything he everything he needed. Soon however, he became bored. He began exploring, and realized there was much more magic out there than he originally thought. As time progressed, Kark wandered into larger and larger cities, finally ending up in Palanthas. Knowing how to make himself invisble was a great asset in Palanthas, as an ogre would be noticed fairly quickly. Wandering around the marketplace in Palanthas, Kark found many magic shops with all sorts of amulets and talismans. Knowing the power of magic, Kark knew that thievery would be out of the question, yet some of these items cost a small fortune. Stumped, the ogre walked around lost in his thoughts, until he stumbled across a small tavern called the Rusty Rudder. Figuring he might as get a cheap drink before attempting to figure out a solution to his current financial dilemna, Kark squeezed through the doorway into the small tavern. Upon entering, he noticed the long figure sitting at the bar. The ogre sensed a magical aura around this man, though of a different sort than his own. He could not understand what it was, but didn't give it another thought. Ordering a large tankard of ale, the ogre sat in the darkest corner of the tavern. As the ogre drank his ale and considered his problems, he heard the figure mumbling to himself over and over. His curiosity getting the better of him, Kark decided to eavesdrop. There was something about this old man that intrigued him. To be continued....
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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