The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Maik.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Maik' scribed in faded maroon ink.


Author:    Maik           
Date:      Sun Jan  6
21:49:04 2008
Subject     an Awakening

Many years ago I
walked among the quick living and more populus peoples
of Kyrnn.
For though they did not live as long as we, they still had
some
knowledge which could be gleaned from their minds. Some of
them were
formible foes, others became friends to be trusted with
my life. Most though
were just ordinary peoples who looked for
their next meal and the next day.
Seeing these people day in and
day out and watching them lose the path set
forth by the true
gods saddened my heart. To see them kneeling before idols
and
scammers ate at my soul. The more I saw of this the more I knew
that
they needed someone to stand for them, to protect them and
offer them a
place where they could be warmed and fed. Approching
one of these scammers I
confronted him and what he was saying,
and before I was able to bring forth
the powers of the gods to
smite him down, I found he was a mage, who cast an
enchantment
upon me. For he was living a life of luxury from the
stealings
that he took from these people. I felt myself falling
into a sleep that I
could not wake from, and then nothing but
blackness. What is recounted now
are not my words and I know not
what they are. 

As he feel to the ground, the mage for that is
what he was ordered two men
to pick him up and take him into the
mountains and lay him in a cave. Not to
kill him or to harm but
put him in a cave and place this idol before the
entrance, a
warning to others of what will happen to them if they defy
the
god. And here he was laid for many years uncounted the
enchantment being
refreshed by the mage weekly. Many people came
forth to view the true cleric
who they believed was the fake.


One day years later, the cleric awoke from the sleep and knew
not where he
was or even how long he had been sleep to him it
seemed it was the same day,
but then he felt the beard that had
grown up his face it was reaching down
to his waist, and his hair
even longer. He had felt that he was called back
to this
wakefullness by his savouir, so that he may heal the hurts caused
by
these fake priests. He knelt upon the bed where he had laid,
and his voice
rose in clarity and sweetness as the love from
Mishakal flowed through his
body. A glow began to surround him,
and this is when the mage had returned
to the cave and was
greeted to this site, which to him was horrifying. For
here was
one who could expose him to his followers as the fake he
was.
Looking down from the roof of the cave, he looked at the
mage whose mouth
was hanging open and these words he spoke 

"You
have defiled the names of the gods in your search for gains, and
for
that you will punished. You have treated yourQ brothers and
sisters of this
world as your slaves and for that you will be
punished. But in this I will
not be the one to punish you, as I
am sure you will find shortly your magic
no longer holds power
over anyone. I will take you before the people of the
village and
there your fate will be decided by those whom you have
betrayed
and misled." 

The mage his mouth still open gave a
large shreek and pulling a dagger from
his belt lunged at the
cleric kneeling upon the bed. His aim going straight
for his
chest, he was repulsed by a shield around the cleric the
glow
intenisfying slightly. Stepping down from the bed the cleric
walked over to
the mage and place his hands upon his face " I
forgive you for what you did
to me, for you knew not what you
did, but to the others you still must
answear." 

Lifting him
from the ground he led him down into the village where he
proved
the trueness of the true gods to all the people and
exposed the mage for
what he was. He left the mage in the village
to help repair the damage that
was done by working in the fields
until the people felt that his debt has
been repaided. 

Leaving
the village, Maik went to the large temple of Mishakal and there
he
prayed asking for guidance. 

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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