The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Larukon.
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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Larukon' scribed in red ink.
Author: Larukon Date Wed Jan 23 19:33:18 2002 Subject Setting afoot I tried to grip my mace with my crushed hands, wrapped in cloth and I sighed. These hands won't be much help now a days. But I remembered old words spoken long ago. Time, that very thing that we all went around. Time. Time for war has arrived. War that we have made present in, a war that will take time to heal, and to fight on, and armies meeting for a time to attack. Time will heal my wounds. But shall there be time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will tell. These thoughts of mine were interupted, as a message arrived, telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at their station, and the field is going up, thi But shall there be time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will tell. These thoughts of mine were interupted, as a message arrived, telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at their station, and the field is going up, thi But shall there be time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will tell. These thoughts of mine were interupted, as a message arrived, telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at their station, and the field is going up, thi But shall there be time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will tell. These thoughts of mine were interupted, as a message arrived, telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at their station, and the field is going up. This letter was old, and i knew what must be done, I sat by the solamnic's I was with, and smiled, time will tell won't it... Author: Larukon Date Thu Jan 24 22:16:18 2002 Subject HCT Recieving a message from Lord Tillov about the HCT attacks, I quickly went through my mind, and thought of a way to help the solamnic's. I was deep in thought, when brought back by the snoring, and praying solamnic knights. An idea soon formed in my head, though as long shot it may be, it could we their only hope..I send a message by mind to all the cleric's positioned, and gave the command... Mentally, we all held hands, and becaming speaking the spidery words of magic, in an attempt to take over the spirit part of the castle, and cast a massive sleep... We all chanted, hope in our eyes... Author: Larukon Date Sat Jan 26 12:01:07 2002 Subject war war, when will it end? I sat at Knight's Spur, thankful that battle has not reached us yet, for I was not ready, nor will I ever be, war once in your life is once too many, but this be the second war I've waged in. I knew Astea's intentions, and that she had left her post, and a smile spread across my face, for she finally took control of her life, and was making the most of it. Such a spirit was good to see, for it was rare. I longed for the end of this war, but it was my duty, to stand, and stay strong, to set a good example. I stood, and walked over to the solamnic's I was positioned with, and returned to my training. and with a snapping of my fingers... blinding light filled the room... Author: Larukon Date Mon Apr 8 00:49:14 2002 Subject A New Prince. After countless visits to various people, hours of planning, and talking to Trekos, I went back to my study to grumble. Since I have not heard an answer to my prayer in many weeks. I walked to the end of the hall, to a double door of cherrywood, with engraved roses. I quickly spoke a prayer and the magical barrier was gone, I opened my door to find an entire suit of armor of sea dragon scales laying on my desk. I was astonished by the gift from my Goddess, but never being careless about gifts from God's, I quickly examined and tried to indentify the armor, to no avail.. I put on the armor that fit like a glove, and my abilities in all aspects were greatly increased. Soon I felt the armor shrinking, crushing me, and I gasped for air. A faint whisper from the armor spoke 2 words that i must spill on my armor each I put on the armor that fit like a glove, and my abilities in all aspects were greatly increased. Soon I felt the armor shrinking, crushing me, and I gasped for air. A faint whisper from the armor spoke 2 words that i must spill on my armor each "innocent's blood" I muttered to myself, I quickly left the temple, and with a quick stroke, a little girl was killed, her blood splattered on the armor, and it fit again... Now I must spill innocent's blood on it everyday to keep my life...The streets of Palanthas now face the Prince of the Seas. Chosen of Zeboim. Bloodthirster... Author: Larukon Date Mon Apr 8 11:24:28 2002 Subject the first drop. I was back in my study, reading scrolls about my blessed armor of Zeboim, which had greatly strengthened me, and also given me this curse. It had become as if my skin, and could not come off with any magical or normal means. I felt the strangling of my neck once again, and I stumbled outside the temple and looked apon the streets. I saw a little kid licking a lolly pop, and too pained to care if anyone saw, I waved my hand, and the head of the little boy exploded, splattering blood across the Imperial square. Everyone scattered like lost sheep. As soon as the blood hit my armor, the tension was ceased. Cursing myself for not being careful, I cloaked myself, said a quick prayer, and walked the halls of magic to Kessa. Author: Larukon Date Sat Apr 13 00:34:48 2002 Subject day 3+4, more blood Beads of sweat dripped down the side of my face, as my armor was slowly crushing me, and changing me into a Wyrm. So after less than a day back into palanthas, I hit a back alley, with a young child. The child was no more than 10, and I quickly grabbed the tiny neck, and SLAMMED it against a wall, using magic to explode it on impact, causing blood to fly many feet. I felt the tension ease a bit....but next day.. On the fourth day, I avoided the Solamnic's rushing to the bloody scene, and soon went to a park, when I carefully picked a child, and led them to some bushes. I Against used magic, causing the skin to burn and melt off, before blood spewed all o On the fourth day, I avoided the Solamnic's rushing to the bloody scene, and soon went to a park, when I carefully picked a child, and led them to some bushes. I Against used magic, causing the skin to burn and melt off Blood leaked and spewed, releasing the binding grasp of the armor for another day...How long can I keep my acts hidden? Death, or worse may come... Author: Larukon Date Sat Apr 13 17:28:33 2002 Subject day 5 I looked around the streets, cloaked again, my life being changed before my eyes, if i did not act. I covered more of my face, for dragon teeth were starting to appear... Grabbing a passing child quickly, i hid him in my cloak, forcing him along with my hand over his mouth. I finally stopped walking when in a back alley, near some tavern in Palanthas. More pain flooded through my body, as my eyes started to change, when I quickly bit off the head of the child. the pain and awareness in my eyes lessened. My teeth, bloody and all, went back to their normal shape. Kicking the corpse over, and leaving the head roll down the street, I strided down the street, and ended back at the temple, for more research on this gift from the Sea Goddess. Author: Larukon Date Wed Jul 24 09:55:07 2002 Subject Darkness looms over. Looming over, the darkness came as a wave across the waters towards the unsuspecting forests of the wildrunner teritory near Qualinost. Skimming across the waters were two unholy priests who were about to reign chaos over the lands. The Lich-cleric Decten and I the Sea-cleric peered over to the waters, and began our prayers which would soon cause many pain and suffering. A massive thunderstorm, a calling of Zeboim I conjurred. The lich-cleric Decten summoned his undead warriors as he floated across the waters towards the land. We reached there in little time, starting immediatly reigning chaos, all the wildrunner and others alike fled and we're killed running. I controlled lightning bolts hitting militia and clerical buldings of the wildrunner, then shooting down civilian buildings and individuals alike. I smiled briefly as Decten's warriors slaughtered everything moving. There was little to no resistance, and none made it out, except for the wild magi Llewyn, who I defeated in battle, in which the cowering Magi fled to another wildrunner outpost. Let it be known, all those who follow Zeboim shall be safe, all thoose who will not bow to my Queen, will face the same wrath and destruction. You have been warned. Author: Larukon Date Mon Sep 23 18:02:45 2002 Subject The Wrath of the Sea Queen Many days I have prayed, without stop searching for an answer from my Queen. I have become the Nightlord of my order, yet my Queen ignores me? Psyical pain tore at me, I did not know how much longer I could do this. Then, as she must have been reading my thoughts, my Queen came, she gave me strength, my wait was over. She was pleased, very pleased. The gift would soon me mine, what it was, it did not matter. She layed her hand apon my shoulder, rejuvinating my body, mind and soul. Her strength and power flowed through me, ahh, what power it was! One last task was before me, Kalaman. Her wrath would be known, for I obey only her. I left my hurricane temple, towards the city of Kalaman. I arrived through a portal quite quickly, calling apon my fellow worshippers to join in the task. The creatures of the ocean came to me, along with an old friend...Dakamar. I gripped the mages hand, as he called apon our chosen beasts, pets given to us by the sea queen herself. My abomination, the coral being, came to my side, where the undead sea dragon to Dakamar's. This was only the beginning of Her wrath. we then conjured a massive hurricane, ripping apart all that stood in it's path, the combined strength of the cleric's and the mage's strength. The hurricane moved towards the land, tearing apon the port, along with the abomination and sea dragon. The people refused to back down, their militia being slaughtered by the masses. After only all their defenses were down, did the people bow and mourn, knowing the wrath and respect of the Sea Queen. They would learn, or they would suffer. Author: Larukon Date Tue Sep 24 08:00:49 2002 Subject the defiance I narrowed my eyes at the sight of the Dragons. The voice was not mortal, and whoever guarded this city, was obviously not pleased and would put up a fight. This was not good..I needed more undead, I needed more strength. I told Dakamar to start preparing to act like we're going to fix the dock, to buy me some time to reach our goddess. This was our only hope... I prayed "My goddess, Queen of the Seas, here me! The guardians of Kalaman, lead by their guardian god, has stopped us at the docks. Give me strength to go on! We can defeat them, but we need you to guide us oh Queen! Dakamar could only buy so much time, and that time was desperatly needed for await an answer from my queen AND time to put her advice to work in time. I would never give up. Author: Larukon Date Tue Sep 24 14:14:50 2002 Subject Walrus man (no jokes :P) The Queen gave me no sign, my time was up, I had to choose, would I choose wrong? I made a choice to attack. I send the waves apon waves of the undead sea creatures apon Kalaman. My undead sea dragons distracting the gold dragons. I played to zeboim, feeling her power surge through me, conjuring a large ball of lightning in each hand, throwing them at the gold dragons. The gold dragons split up, highly trained for anything it seemed. The came like a wave, destroying some undead, but not doing very much damage due to my protection spells among my undead. seeing their attacks was useless, the dragons turned on me, my undead sea dragons being slaughted at their hands, even before the dragons reached me, dragonfear was building.. I quickly used my undead as a shield as I began to flee under the sea, back to my temple, before sending my undead to the seas as well. Revenge was on my mind, bitterness of defeat, my tongue. I came back to my temple, preparing a plan when my Queen zeboim appeared. She taught me a bitter but neccessary lesson. She did not plan on intereferance, but for my deeds she did something... she layed her hand on my shoulder, but instead of more youthful energy like before, my skin changed slightly, sharp, soon to be serrated tusks coming from my mouth, my height changing as well. Bulging muscles formed on me, I had become more cunning as well. She called me a Thanoi, what was it? I could not recall until the words whispered in my ear. Walrus man. Author: Larukon Date Mon Sep 30 22:11:41 2002 Subject fight, fight everywhere! the crinkling of old parchment echo's listening through the small, dark room, the only lighting, flaming eyes from a body. The parchment was unfurled, the plan laid on the parchment, the ancient library of zeboim was small compared to many, but it comprized of many valuables that the dargonesti have compiled over years. -A few minutes later- I took my personal guard with me, and a sea dragon, and took my way back to Kalaman again, the entire parchment's words memorized completely. I had no intentions of failing this time. I arrived at Kalaman, and stared apon the city for a few hours, my undead patiently waiting. Soon I would start, I was within viewing distance and that was the whole idea... Author: Larukon Date: Wed Aug 12 03:12:20 2009 Subject Second chance. I hadn't noticed when my screams ended, for my mind wouldn't process the fact that unending pain had finally stopped for a moment. Then Her voice echoed in my head, sharp and grating, like glass shattering. "Had enough yet my pet? We have an eternity yet to go...you know how disappointed I am in your disloyalty after everything I've done for you." The tension I felt melted away and I relaxed, against my will and judgement. There was no fighting her power and my death was not coming no matter how hard I begged. I had to savour this moment before the torture began again. Zeboim's hand brushed along my tusk before snapping it in half like a twig. My body twitched as if lightning had struck me. Pain vibrated down through my very core, every nerve ending on fire. I tried to call upon my power to burn my soul and whatever afterlife I would receive. There was emptyness which bought its own pain as Zeboim watched and enjoyed every moment of it. A part of me realized my mind was fracturing, breaking apart. I knew what I did was necessary, but I hated myself for leaving her. Hated her curse, but hated that I thought it was a blessing. Knowing that I hated her and love nothing more than to break her, Hating the fact that I was begging for her to take me back. I couldn't focus without the pain, and as if on cue the pain returned tenfold. In my arrogance I saw Her plan unfold as I was her best servant, being broken to once again serve as nothing more than a puppet. The pain lessened as Zeboim walked in front of my tortured body as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "You may be right my unfaithful one. Maybe you deserve a second chance." My heart raced in excitement and I hated myself for that. A look of crueltly crossed Her face and I knew pain was coming but I could not fight against my restraints. Leaning in, She kissed my forehead and my body was burning, hotter than the Lords of Doom. Tears streaked down my face, crying out for it to stop, not noticing the change. First, my regrown tusks shot back into my body, causing internal injuries that felt like my side was being ripped open. It was. Layers of skin and muscle burned off leaving exposed flesh. The years of agony I endured was nothing more than a restful night compared to having my body melting and ripping apart from inside and out. My screams had changed and a dim memory of a time before my Thanoi body registered in my mind. Abruptly it all ended and all I could understand was that my body didn't feel right. Zeboim leaned back and stared into my eyes, my sanity slipping each second I looked into the maelstrom of her eyes. "You will return, you will serve me. You are returned to the nothing you were before me. You will have to earn my privledges back. Anything less than successful will return you here." A new tugging sensation starting pulling at my chest. As soon as Zeboim leaned back I shot upwards, from the darkest parts of the Ocean at such speeds that I was losing consciousness. Breaking the surface was breathtaking and frightening. For years I have been tortured under darkness, pressure and water. This sense of light and air burned at my body and soul. I dragged myself to shore, knowing that I could never stray too far after such an experience. I layed on the beach, trying to get a sense of my old body and powers. I felt for the first time my actual age, as the power that upheld me was stripped to a glimmer of what it once was. Before darkness took me I had just one thought: I'm back
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