The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kythlion.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kythlion' scribed in faded black ink.
Author: Kythlion Date Fri Apr 28 22:08:07 2006 Subject The Dark Path of Kythlion Ecorse Born in the year 364 P. C. To a poor family of servants, Kythlion spent most of his early years in poverty. While his parents and older sibling were away, working long hours for the rich merchants, Kythlion was tutored by his stern and unforgiving grandfather in the ways of war and the art of swordplay. The grandfather was a hard and cruel man, and under his tutelage, Kythlion became a most formidible swordsman by the age of sixteen. However, recently new events have dramatically altered the course of his life. Just as Kythlion was preparing for the day's drills and exercises he heard a scream from his grandfathers room. Kythlion burst into his grandfather's room to find a Solamnic Knight standing over his grandfather, still grasping the longsword that impaled the old man's chest. - Kythlion drew forth his sword and cut down the Knight, who was also quite elderly. Just as his grandfather died, he whispered "I have trained you how to kill, but not why. Seek that answer in Takhisis." . At that, the old man was dead and Kythlion set forth to learn the ways of Takhisis. It has been a year since he began his studies in the ways of Her Dark Majesty, the the Order of the Lily. Hardened by poverty and years of rigorous training and now a devout follower of Takhisis, Kythlion dreams of one day joining the elite Knights of Takhisis. Independence breeds chaos. Submit and be strong. All Hail Takhisis Author: Kythlion Date Mon Jun 5 22:06:13 2006 Subject The Vision Foreword It has been many moons since we last heard of the life and times of Kythlion Ecorse. The last tale was of the early years leading up to Kythlion's induction into the elite Knights of the Lily. The tale I offer you now is about to unfold.... It was nightfall when Kythlion returned to the Temple of Takhisis to report to his superiors. Just before entering the temple, a young page ran up and delivered a message stating that the senior officers weren't to be expected until daybreak. After dismissing the page, Kythlion entered the temple and collapsed onto a nearby pew. Just as sleep was about to overtake him, Kythlion awoke to a start. A loud noise.... But from where. Groggily he stumbled to the back of the room where he found a trap door had slammed open, which seemed quite impossible due to the fact that the trap door swings up. Pondering what could have caused this to occur, Kythlion stood dumbfounded for a few moments and then decided to climb down the ladder and investigate further. No intruders were to be found, that was of little concern. Looking around himself, Kythlion beheld the most magnificent crypt ever created. Ornate carving cover the blacked platinum walls. Rows of upright coffins proudly display Knights of Her Dark Majesty in all their garb of war. Just as Kythlion turned to return to the temple above, a slow movement at the end of the long hall caught his eye. A large door cast of pure platinum slowly swung open before Kythlion's eyes. Kythlion unstrapped one of his axes hastily and rushed down the meaning to strike down anyone meaning to defile or loot the crypts. As soon as Kythlion crossed the threshhold of the doorway the axe dropped from his hand and he slowly slumped to the ground as if in a trance. It was the sight of the statue of the great Lord Ariakan, founder of the knighthood. In what seemed like a dream the vision began to flood Kythlion's mind. In the vision Kythlion found himself walking down a path. The very soil seemed to glitter in the moonlight. On either side of the path, large statues rose up, depicting things both beautiful and horrid at once. Looking up, Kythlion was awestruck at the sight of a Palace so large it consumed the entire horizon. As he drew closer, Chromatic Dragons of every color began to come into view. Circling high about the breathtaking structures that made up the palace, the dragons appeared to be dueling with one another in preparation for future battles. Several squares begin to come into view, forming at the intersection of the streets sprawing out in front of the palace. Filling these squares are countless ranks of Humans, Demons, Dwarves and Minotaurs. All of them standing shoulder to shoulder, weapons in hand. Looking skyward Kythlion is amazed to see that the sky is all but blackened by the sheer number of dragons flying above. Suddenly the dragons part, and Kythlion sensed an omnipotent presence loo king down upon him. Suddenly Kythlion was bathed in a brilliant light that filled every inch of his body and soul. Kythlion was shown his death and the role he was to play in the Knighthood. After several moments of this Kythlion began to realize that Her Dark Majesty, Takhisis had laid the path shown before him long before he was born. At the very moment he realized this, Kythlion snapped awake. Just as quick as it had taken him, the vision was gone. Slowly, Kythlion rose to his feet. Snapping to attention, he saluted the statue of Lord Ariakan. Then slowly he made his exit, carefully closing the blackened platinum door. He then made his way back into the temple to rest and meditate on what had been shown to him. Independence breeds chaos, submit and be strong
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 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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