The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Pares.
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 small book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Pares' scribed in faded brown ink.
Author: Pares Date Tue Apr 11 14:45:47 2006 Subject Dreams and Dungeons Davan had been missing for months. Pares prayed daily for his friend and searched everywhere he could, but the best he could find out was that Davan was taken by the Nerakans. The knight had to do something, and do it fast. He knew Davan was only human and could die, and they needed more good knights. Time was running out, as the date to leave for the dawrf mountain drew closer and closer. Exhausted, Pares finally slumped into a restless sleep. Like every other night he dreaded closing his eyes, for the nightmares that took him were horrifying. Instantly he was ripped from the mortal world into the dark plains. Terror washed over him and he sobs - he was only human - from the tension and closed his eyes. Then, a scream rings out and his eyes snap open. The plain was gone, a dungeon was now in place. A Prison. He recognised the guards as Nerakans and such. And the place... He'd seen this before. Where was it? The scream rings out again, with the crack of a whip and he turns, the screaming voice familiar and he stares at the prisoner being interrogated. Davan. Pares bolts forwards, but finds himself unable to help. "Its a dream... A nightmare." He rasps, shaking his head as he looks all about, unable to watch as they torture his friend, face pained "Hold on Davan... Dont gve in. I will come for you." He vows, then it clicks. He knew where this was! He had been there once in the past, when it was held by the Knights of Solamnia, three hundred years ago. Wake up! Wake up! He turned and left, quickly. And sat bolt upright in bed with a cry of surprise. Staring at the wall, his heart raced before he climbed out, grabbing his trousers and slipping into them "Page! To me now!" The page appears, sleepy "Roust the unit of men. I know where Davan is. We're going to bring him home. Author: Pares Date Tue Apr 11 14:55:47 2006 Subject He aint heavy, He's my brother Less than a few days after Pares' dream, the knights were moving through the bush on their horses. Many were not sure about this... Pares had them paint their armor dark colors, camoflage and wear hoods and such, hiding their identification. Such thing surely were testing the Measures' limitations no? From a different Age, Pares had no qualms about hiding and deceiving like this as they pass for Nerakan knights in their black armor and robes, heading towards the fortress. But it was there that its' realized they werent Nerakans at all, and the gates were beginning to close "Charge! Charge!" Pares shouts as the knights bolt forwards as one unit, intending to take the fort, and those within. Horsehooves rumble over the ground and blades drawn, glittering and glowing. There's a sound, then a crackle of lightning as the mage Pares had brought along warmed his spells up, and the cleric-warriors themselves, the paladins, cast their own holy magics about as they met the enemy. Taking a fortress on was perhaps foolishness, but Pares was driven and seemed to care not, his squire at his side as his horse leaps onto the raising gangplank and through the closing doors inside. His blade dripped red as the man running the mechanications of the gate slumped, the drawbridge slamming open and allowing the besiegers in. A flash of armor catches Pares' eye and he turns that way, fully intending to charge the newest arrival down as his horse rears up, frothing at the mouth and the knight only barely held him back from a charge at the familiar armor. "DAVAN!" He shouts, and dismounts quickly, ducking between a fighting Solamnic and nerakan soldier towards his friend, embracing Davan there on the battlefield in releif and glee. "We've come for you... But we have a fight to finish now..." Pares grins a bit, looking almost wild eyed as his hands glow blue, the last of Davan's wounds healed, before together, they turned to finish the enemy off. Friends stick together. Solamnic brothers would die for each other.
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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