The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Mystic.
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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Mystic' scribed in glowing purple ink.
Author: Mystic Date Tue May 7 19:57:16 2002 Subject The history of Eternal Mage The young mage leaned back into his chair, and sighed. A moment had passed, and in that moment Hedonis had gained the knowledge he needed to complete his destiny. He looked down at his lap where a scroll sat, a dark, night blue silk tie, holding it closed. Knowing what it contained, Hedonis cradled it in his hands with the utmost care, and stood. He took a few careful steps and set it upon the stone table in the center of the mage's laboratory. A thin smile crossed his lips, Nuitari had done the job Takhisis said he would. Hedonis removed a spellbook with deep red runes on his spine, and set it before him, opening it to the first blank page. He focused for a moment and undid the tie around the scroll, revealing spells enscribed by the god of the black robes himself. Hedonis took a pen from one of the numerous pockets in his robe and began to write, catching each detail of the writings on the scroll and transferring them verbatum to the soft pages of the red rune bound spellbook. Hedonis wiped the sleep from his eyes, and awake from his deep sleep. He had slaved over the spell book deep into the night, working diligently to copy each spell Nuitari had given him. Accessing a memory of a time long ago, Mystic the Eternal Mage that inhabited the body of Hedonis, remembered Takhisis words to him. "Mystic, most powerful of all the mages of Krynn, in this life you will no longer serve yourself. You will serve me. You are mine. If you refuse, you will die. I will take your soul and make it mine. What say you Mystic?" He had no choice, his future became Takhisis', and so he plotted. Taking the body of a young mage, Mystic made his plan possible. He had duped a god, the god of magic. Nuitari, in believing that Hedonis was a loyal servant had turned over the most powerful spells on Krynn, spells that no man had ever seen since the Heresy of Igraine. Now, Hedonis had all the power he needed to complete his circle of power. He had stolen Mystic's ancient spell books from the heart of the tower. Hedonis was ready to absorb the power of the great mage, finally becoming what Mystic always knew he would. Hedonis leaned back into his chair again to await his goddess' call. Soon he would have all the power he wanted. Stepping onto the dirt floor, Hedonis walked from the temple into the heart of the mass of men and women standing in disarray. He whispered a word of magic to himself and he began to float, rising high above the crown. The eyes of the men and women below rose to look at the floating mage, an aura of power eminating from him. Applified by his magic Hedonis spoke, "Knights of Takhisis, a change has come." Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a golden crown, and placed it upon his head. "This, is the crown of power, and I am now your leader." With the final word Hedonis placed the crown upon his head, and sent a shockwave of fear and anger through the mob of grey knights. Hedonis sighed quietly to himself. He had expected this response, but he had hoped for better. Slowly, he raised his right hand and with words of magic sent lightening to scorch the earth before the mob. "Be silent!" he shouted, commanding them with the strength of Takhisis behind him. "Be still each of you and look into your hearts, there you will see the vision of your goddess." Tentatively, each man and woman bowed their heads and closed their eyes. Takhisis spoke. >>> to be continued <<< Author: Mystic Date Tue May 7 19:59:52 2002 Subject The history of Eternal Mage - the 2nd part. Takhisis spoke. "Hedonis, master of past and present, master of magic, has been chosen to lead you all to the greatness you have been promised. He will give you the strength, the power, then vision, to spread my greatness throughout the land. Follow him, and you all will find strength. Follow him and be favored by me." The words faded from the minds of the army as each raised their head to look at the powerful man floating above them. Each quieted their anger and walked away, leaving only a few behind to stare in wonder at the man floating above. He was accepted -- for now. Hedonis of Neraka, Supreme Dragon Highlord.... ... but it was only a beginning ... Author: Mystic Date Sun Jun 30 17:31:07 2002 Subject [ true story ] Mystic The tale of Hedonis... or should I say, Mystic? Lots of people talk about the great archmage Fistandantilus, but none dare talk of his great and dark master...Mystic. Now the tale is being told... Long ago, before the cataclysm, a man called 'Mystic' lived on what we call Krynn. No mage likes to talk about him, for he was the greatest wizard ever to live. More powerful then Fistandantilus, more powerful then Raistlin Majere, more powerful then even the great Magius himself. He alone knew the secrets of time travel, he alone could step through dimensions and be anywhere he wanted to be, he alone held that key. He taught some of it to his apprentice , but only some. For Mystic knew what Fistandantilus was up to, and Mystic would not let him grow too powerful. "Fist, get me that book..." "Yes master." Fistandantilus quickly did his masters bidding and retrieved the midnight blue spellbook off the table across the room. "Thank you." Mystic took the book and imiaditly started writing in it. "Hell, If I add this to the spell...yes.. thats good.. that will do exactly what I want it to." Fist peered intently at his master as he wrote new spells in his spellbook, spells even the most powerful mages alive couldnt comprehend. "Master...May I ask what you are creating today?" Fist asked the dark Mystic. "A new spell my apprentice..a spell that, if it works how I want it to, will let me "jump" in a sense, to other WORLDS..." Fist cringed back." Other Worlds?!? I do not understand master..I thought Krynn was the only world." "You are still young yet Fist, and only an apprentice. Of course you think Krynn is the only world...But I have SEEN THEM...In my orb...Other worlds, other races. Power beyond your understanding......Leave me now, I must finish this spell" Fistandantilus bowed to his master and left the room, returning to his quarters. "Now, time to try this new spell out" Mystic uttered the words to the spell he has just finished writing. The spell that he has been working on for so long. Much to his surprise...IT WORKED. A dark swirling portal appeared before him in the room, notes, scrolls, books flew across the room swirling with the mist. Lightning crackled, thunder roared, Fistandantilus ran from his room to Mystic's laboratory banging on the door. "Master!" he screamed "Master are you all right?!?!" He tried with all his strength and knowledge of magic to open the sealed door, but to no avail. All he could do was sit, and wait for it all to end. Meanwhile in the laboratory, Mystic stared, pleased with his work. He looked to the dark portal and gathered a few spell books he thought might come in handy in wherever this led to. After gathering his things, he entered the portal. Dark mists swept around Mystic, mysterious things swirled all around him. He looked at all without fear, staring in wonder and excitement of what he has found, and then it all stopped, the blackness faded to light, and he was not in his Laboratory anymore. But in a forest, one he has never seen before. He wandered around, looking for a way out. A young, by the looks of it, creature appeared before Mystic as he walked through this strange forest. Mystic peered at it, examining it, for he had never seen the likes of it before in all his existence. The creature stood about 4 ft tall, hand long golden hair, sparkling silver eyes, it.s ear.s were pointed like that of elves, its bodily build was small, but looked to suit the little creatures height. "Who are you?" demanded Mystic. to be continued... Author: Mystic Date Sun Jun 30 17:34:57 2002 Subject [ true story ] Mystic (2nd part) "Who are you?" demanded Mystic. "I am Taran. Who are you?" The little creature looked up at Mystic full of awe. "I am known as Mystic. Take me from here Taran, I wish to see more of this place. But I want to be rid of this damn forest." Mystic stared down at Taran. The little creature simply nodded its had gleefully and started to lead the way out of the forest. Taran led Mystic to an opening in the forest where houses of extreme beauty could be seen. Made of marble, gold, silver, diamonds and crystal could be seen, each with its own differently shaped symbol on the doors. Mystic pondered this and thought that this must be how they distinguish their families. "Do you have magic users about?" Mystic asked Taran. "Magic users? Of course.. We have many magic users, mostly good. But, there are also evil magic users" he pointed to the mountains where smoke could be seen raising up. "Up there, be careful you do not wander near them, or they will attack you and try to steal your body from your soul." Mystic looked down at him curiously. "Steal my body? And how do you think they can achieve this?" "Oh, they have ways. They send their soul to another plane, another dimension, and they wait for unprepared young victims and they steal the young ones body. They enter it with their soul and send the other.s soul to the dimension that they were previously residing in." "Interesting" Mystic commented at what the little creature has just said. "I will take a look around if you do not mind." Taran smiled and shook his head "Be our guest" Mystic walked through the beautiful town and many saw him and stared, others simply smiled at the new face and continued working. When night had fallen, Mystic left the city and headed toward where the "evil mages", as Taran had called them, resided. It wasnt long before Mystic reached their camp. He examined it closely before entering. After he was done, he walked into the camp and many of the "evil ones" jumped to their feet, ready for battle. Mystic gestured to them to halt, and said to them "I do not wish to fight you, I am "evil" like yourselves. I heard of how you can steal one's body from their soul. I wish to learn how to do this." One of the evil creatures stepped forward, Mystic assuming this their leader by the way the others parted for him. "You want to learn OUR magic? Why should we teach you? What can you do for us?" Mystic now was wearing an evil grin. "Anything you wish. I could help you enslave that city down there. They obviously prove a threat to you." The leader of the evil creatures turned to the rest of them, and talked with them about his proposition. "Very well... But, You must first face one of our most powerful warlocks in a fight to the death. If you survive, we shall teach you." Mystic nodded his head. "Let us begin." The creature sent forth one of the men. Not being able to sense how powerful the creature was, Mystic thought he would have an easy task ahead of him. The battle begun. The creature took Mystic by surprise when he launched a fireball at him, but being as powerful as he was, Mystic countered and easily evaded the spell. The creatures all seemed at awe of how easily the spell was countered, even the spellcaster. Taking advantage of this, Mystic cast a spell of his own, lightning crackled from his fingertips, and when the smoke cleared, his opponent was nothing but ashes. The leader stepped forth, shaking, "Y..yo..you have defeated...one of our ..b..be..best...We shall teach you." Pleased with himself, Mystic smiled and went into the camp following the leader. to be continued ... Author: Mystic Date Sun Jun 30 17:38:17 2002 Subject [ true story ] Mystic (3rd part) Months went by, and Mystic finally had the spell down right. "There, we have taught you our spell of stealing one's body from their soul, now you keep your part of the bargain." Mystic laughed mercilessly at this, and the leader, red with anger, snapped at him. "You made a deal with us! Now keep your part!" "Very well. I shall." Mystic started chanting words of magic. Strong winds starting swirling, the clouds grew dark and blotted out the sun, the fires in the camp blinked out, and all grew cold. "I shall keep my part of the bargain, your enemies will be no more!" He uttered a few more words of magic, and the winds shook the trees, lightning streamed out of the sky setting fire to all they hit. Trees were uprooted, hail flung from the clouds with tremendous speed damaging all they hit. The winds grew stronger and stronger, the storm got worse and worse. And laughing, Mystic stood untouched by it all. The creatures were dieing at a quick rate, the leader badly hurt, blood coming from his mouth, said to Mystic. "Yo..you..lied...to...us..." Mystic shook his hooded head. "No. I did not lie about anything, look, your enemies village is being destroyed! Hahahahaha. But you never said anything about not killing you!" Mystic then disappeared and a ball of hail struck the leader in the head, killing him. Now in a cave safe from the devastation going on outside, Mystic began chanting the words to the spell that would take him home. After some time, a portal opened before him, and he stepped through, returning once again to his laboratory. "Hahahahaha.. What fools!" With this, he left the laboratory, calling for his apprentice. "Fistandantilus!" Startled at hearing his master's voice, one he hadnt heard in months, Fistandantilus quickly ran to his master. "I have returned, and I am weakened. I will be resting for a while now. Make certain NO ONE disturbs me. Understood?" Sneering from under his hood he replies "Yes master. As you wish." Mystic then went into his room and laid in his bed to rest. When Mystic was finally full rested, he took to teaching his apprentice once again. Months went by, Mystic teaching Fistandantilus much. As Mystic grew in power, so did Fistandantilus. He finally decided he would teach Fistandantilus the spell that would allow him to avoid death by going to another plain and waiting for a new host to take the body from. He taught him most of the spell, but did not teach him the last of it. That night, Mystic was sleeping, and Fistandantilus entered his room. A gleam was in his eye as he drew a dagger. He crept over to his masters bed and raised his dagger, but right before doing so, he saw Mystic's spellbook. A smile arose upon his face. "The spell must be in there!" With much enthusiasm he began looking for the spell. He found it. Examining the spell he found the missing piece and quickly wrote it down in his own. Then, he placed the spellbook back where it was and resumed to his master. The dagger flashed as Fistandantilus thrust it toward Mystic's chest. The moment before it pierced his body, Mystic awoke, he quickly chanted the words to the spell that would take his soul to another plain, and then the dagger pierced his heart. Mystic's body lay limp, no breathing, no heartbeat. His body was dead. But the spell had worked! to be continued ... Author: Mystic Date Sun Jun 30 17:42:31 2002 Subject [ true story ] Mystic (4th part) His soul was on a dimension he had never seen before. And one he could not escape without a suitable host. He waited. He searched long and hard, and, after centuries, he found one. A young magi by the name of Hedonis. Waiting for the right moment to strike, Mystic took Hedonis' body. Switching souls with him, leaving the young magi's soul on the distant plain. The time for Hedonis' test of the conclave was near. Mystic knew he would pass it with ease. He was a very powerful magi in his time, and was even more powerful in this young body. The test came, and Mystic, or Hedonis, passed it with ease. Living his life with the conclave as Hedonis, never letting on that he was Mystic, he was able to learn new things from them, and learn their weaknesses. Time passed, Hedonis grew stronger. He eventually had no more need for the Conclave, and showed them his true power.. The mages, all knowing the history of Mystic, and the extent of his power, knew immediately who this was. The mages all fought against Mystic, and Mystic, though outnumbered, reduced the Conclave's numbers dreadfully. He was not, however, powerful enough to defeat them and fled. He turned to his Dark Queen for assistance... Hedonis, or should I say Mystic? Is one of the most powerful magi alive, and is smiled upon by his queen. The story of Hedonis has finally been retold, though many may tell the story, this is the only true version, this is what really happened. Not many have known that Mystic consumed the body of Hedonis, for the mages who did know wished to keep it secret as to not send others into a panic. ... but Mystic managed to leave the body of Hedonis later on, but this is just another story to be told... Mystic or should I say... Hedonis? Anyway, the Eternal Mage
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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