The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khanon.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Khanon' scribed in dull blue ink.


Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Wed Jun  6 00:08:09
2007
Subject     The quest for knighthood

 Glancing down at the sword
at his waist a sigh escaped his lips.  The
battered and plain hilt, the dull and
dinged blade left little to be
desired.  Likely a pawnshop would only give him a
few gold for such an
unworthy instrument of battle.  

Returning his attention
to the task at hand he peered amongst the leaves at
the bugbear den before him
and hoped that perhaps if he completed his task
the Knighthood would grant him a
new blade to love.  Standing from his
crouched position he rose and approached
the den faltering slightly on a
fallen limb along the way.  As he approached the
bugbears heard the rustle
of leaves as he stumbled and began to shriek wildly. 


With a momentary frown at his own carelessness he drew the old blade from
its
sheath and advanced more quickly.  

There were more than expected and the
vermin began spilling out of the den
in preparation to defend against the
intruder.  Khanon lifted his blade in a
high guard as the first two advanced on
him rapidly and with a strong
downward slash dispatched the first.  The second
was more agile causing
Khanon to drop to one knee and pull his blade in a
backward arcing motion. 
The bugbear evaded easily and slashed at his forearm
opening two bloody
slices on his forearm.  Switching the blade to his left hand
and removing
his shield from his back simaltaneously he lunged forward and
thrust the
broadsword through the beasts heart.  

Using his foot to hold the
corpse still he tore the blade from it's bloody
capture and advanced into the
den.  As he entered the den he lost track of
how many he slew and time seemed to
stand still as he followed the motions
the weaponsmaster has taught him.  High
guard, downward slash, thrust,
shield block and another corpse at his feet. 
Although during the intensity
of the fight it felt as if time slowed and he had
forever to calculate each
action the den was cleared within a half hours time. 
Being sure he
completed his task he thoroughly checked each nook and cranny of
the den and
only paused to remove a claw from one of the beasts.  

As he exited
the den he wiped the blood clean from the proof of completion
of his task and
began his trek back to town.  

Author:    Khanon         
Date:
     Thu Jun 14 01:15:54 2007
Subject     The endlesss quest.

 The sun
had risen only an hour prior and the traces of dew could still
be seen leeching
into the green flora about the trail.  Khanon was sent on
another of many tasks
to prove his worth to the Knighthood.  Although, he
did recognize the benefit of
such tasks for what they were.  He was not only
demonstrating his abilities to
his superiors but also on a quest to learn
more of himself.  That was why even
though some Knights see these tasks as
menial, Khanon made sure he did his best
on each.  He thought to himself,
"How does one become irritated when one can
learn so much if the effort is
made...?"  

As he traveled he contemplated many
views as to why this trip and th enext
task and the next are so beneficial to
the growth of an individual.  As his
mind began to digress off to another topic
he found himself surprised his
journey had gone so quickly.  Not fifty yards
before him he saw the first of
many dens that he had orders to clear out.  

One
one one these bugbears were no match for him however in large
numbers
circumstances became unpredictable.  That was why he took the utmost
caution
in approaching his first target and planning his course of attack.  

He
advanced quickly from the south side and offered no warning.  These were
not
creatures of reason nor honor and therefore not accorded the Knightly
etiquette
so followed by the Brotherhood.  

Coming up behind his first target he slide
his blade through its back and
out between the third and forth ribs on the
opposing side.  The two
remaining creatures rushed at him as he yanked his blade
from the dying
vermin and spun in a circle to decapitate one of the advancing
pair.  He
drew a dagger with his off hand to parry a blow from the remaining
assailant
but replaced it immediately after to focus his full attention to his
blade. 


His body fell into actions of habit and he felt his mind seperate from
the
actions he was performing.  The blade which so recently felt so foreign
to
him now drew his mind to marvel at the beauty of the combination
of
practicality and art in its design.  The light glinted this way and that
off
of the blade as the blood splashed every few swings.  He thought to
himself,
"does Lord Railen understand how much this gift means to me..?" 



Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Thu Jun 14 01:23:24
2007
Subject     The endless quest cont...

 His thoughts traveled back
to the one thing his father had provided for
him and almost reached within his
armor to touch it.  And so his mind
meandered and heart bounced around from
sadness to respect and all around
again.  

Meanwhile the den had emptied of its
inhabitants and at least a dozen
corpses lay about the site of battle.  Despite
Khanon's detachment he had
been efficient and it was clearly a slaughter.  His
mind slowly faded back
to connect with the bodly world and the mix of emotions
he had been feeling
about Railen and his father turned to much darker feelings. 
All about him
corpses bled and gurgled emitting the iron smell of blood and
death.  It was
true that he loved battle and the many intricacies of sword play
but that
much blood and loss of life was draining him.  

Attempting to remove
himself from his inevitably depressing thought process
he headed out to do more
of the same.  He would have to fill his time with
action more than thought and
in this way perhaps exhaustion would keep his
mind from wondering.  For know the
sanctuary of knowing he mourned the death
of even the most vile of creatures
would have to be enough.  Who knows,
perhaps by completing this task for the
Knighthood he saved lives.  

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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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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