An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Quintin.

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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Quintin' scribed in unearthly blue ink.

Author:    Quintin        
Date:      Mon Jun 23 02:48:55
2008
Subject     knowledge

I was sitting in my quarters in the Black
tower memorizing my spells and going through some spell components when i heard
a knock on my door. I told whoever it was to enter.
Looking up I saw it was a
black imp that had a scroll with my name etched on it. After giving me the
scroll the imp said 'This scroll is from High Archmage Jendaron'. With its job
done the imp left as quickly as it had entered.
It's not every day that a low
level mage such as myself gets a message from the head of there order. Upon
opening the scroll I discovered that I was to travel to Palanthas and aquire
knowledge from Astinus about spell books that the Conclave want
I was pleased
that the Conclave trusted me with this task and I vowed that I would not let
them down. Plus this gives me an excelent oportunity to practice my herb lore on
the trip to Palanthas I told myself.
I packed my things making sure that I
brought some extra pouches to collect my herbs and started my trip to Palanthas.

Heading straight for the Library as soon as I got to Palanthas I noticed that I
hstarted getting nervous as soon as I got to the door. The door opened and one
of the Aesthetic's said 'Greetings Sir Mage. What bring you here?'
'I'm still an
apprentice not a mage yet sir but I'm here to see Astinus to aquire some
knowledge from him' I told the Aesthetic. The man got this shocked and horrified
look on his face and told me to wait at the door. 
Having expected this reaction
I waited patiently at the door until someone returned. It didn't take long
before the door opened up and another Aesthetic walked out. 'My name is Bertrem.
How may I help you?' the man asked. 
'I'm here on behalf of the Conclave of
Mages and am here to obtain knowledge from Astinus' I explained to Bertrem. 'I'm
sorry sir but nobody is permitted to interupt the master from his work' Bertrem
replied. 
'Please sir if you will go and talk Astinus I believe that you will
find that he is expecting me. I promise to make this as quick as possable as to
not disturb his work'. 
Bertrem left and returned a few mintutes later (a bit
paller than when he left) and told me that I could enter and he would bring me
to Astinus's study. Following Bertrem I gasp in astonishment at the endless rows
of books that was the history of
Standing outside the study I was forced to wait
to let my stomach settle. I was about to have a conversation with a man that
some people say is the god Gilean himself. Using the disipline that mages have
to use I was able to calm myself down.
I entered the study with my head bowed
and hands folded into my robes. Astinus was sitting at a great polished wooden
desk writing in a large book. Without ceaseing to write or even look up Astinus
offered me a chair. 
'Sir I'm here on' I know why your here apprentice mage
Astinus exclaimed. 'I know the minds of all in this world'. 'Here is a list of
the locations that you are looking for. You can bring this back to the High
Archmage and the Conclave'.
'Now if you will excuse me history is passing by
that is being unrecorded'. 'Thank you Sir and forgive me for taking up some of
your valuable time'. With that I bowed and turned around and left the
study.
Once outside of the library I looked at the list of locations for the
spell books. One of the books is here in the Library of Palanthas. Another one
is located at Skullcap (which used to be the fortress of Zhaman).
There is a
book on the Isle of Dragons. For the last two books one is in the Labatory of
the Archmage Raistlin Majere and the last one. I read and reread the location
and realized that I needed to tell the High Archmage this
personally.

Author:    Quintin        
Date:      Fri Jul  4
00:46:09 2008
Subject     Information 

I entered the study of my
Master Archmage Leodas. 'Greetings Master, you
summoned for me?' 'I did
apprentice please come in and have a seat' Leodas
said as he was scanning
through one of his numerous spell books. I have been
pleased with your work
apprentice. You are well on your way to becoming
ready in my eyes to take the
test. That is the future though apprentice for
now I have a task that I need you
to complete for me. 'Thank you Master' I
said awkwordly not expecting the
compliment. I listened to the instructions
intently and left the study when I
was excused.

I'm going to the solamnic town of Caergoth I thought to myself as
I packed
my components. I finally decided that I would use the ways of magic
to
Gerighelm and walk the rest of the way to Caergoth. I saw very few people
on
the road between Gerighelm and Thelgaard Keep. However, when I got
to
Thelgaard I started seeing people everywhere going in and out of the
Keep.
Running with full buckets of water to put fires before they lost there
town
Everyone was busy enough they didn't notice a black robe walking buy
them.

When I got to Caergoth road I ran into the first of many solamnic
patrols
that I knew I would see before I got to the town. I forgot at the
last
moment that I was not invisable. It was to late they had already seen me
and
before they could send for other patrols I silenced them and finished
them
off with a fireball. Quickly making myself invisable (so that I
wouldn't
have any more delays) I continued on towards the
town.


Author:    Quintin        
Date:      Fri Jul  4
16:09:29 2008
Subject     Information (cont)

Being invisable it was
easy to get passed the guards and slip into
Caergoth through the east gate. I
soon found an alley to duck into so that I
could look at my map. Geeting my
bearings I stepped out of the alley and
headed down Rekt Street towards Northern
Stretch. I had to get to the
Caergoth Plaza. Rounding the corner of Northern
Stretch I looked up and saw
the Plaza. Looking around at all the signs I finally
found the one I was
looking for my destination Purgo's Potables.

The smell of
of many different potions hits the nose as soon as you enter
this shop. I went
over to look at some flasks on a shelf while some
customers got done making
there purchases. When the people left I picked up
a flask of water breathing and
walked over to the counter. Greetings Sir
Mage. Is there anything else I can
get for you today? I pulled out the 25
gold pieces to pay for the flask and
handed them over. I quickly looked
around the shop to make sure that we were the
only people in there. Actually
there is something else that I require from you
Purgo I said. Anything for a
paying customer Purgo replied. I require
any information you have on
Renegade Mages in the area.

A look of horror
crossed Purgo's face as he looked around his shop expecting
at any time for a
mage to appier out of thin air. Rest easy Sir. I assure
you we are alone. I
have cast enchantments on the room to let me know if
anyone enters by any means
and I have ways of seeing people that wish to
remain invisable. However, if it
would put your mind at ease take a look
around for yourself and put a closed
sign in the window and love the door.
Apprently he liked this idea because
he instantly went around his enire shop
stopping first to lock the door. Coming
back to stand behind the counter
Purgo looked at me and said The renegades
that I have seen in the area are
Athin, Andros, and Orrym. Funny though I
haven't seen them around in the
last few days. Purgo exclaimed. Wait, there
is one more name I know of. Let
me think a bit. What was that name? Purgo
was mumbling to himself.

Just then someone tripped off one of my enchantment
alarms that I placed on
the room. I quickly passed my hand over my face
disguising myself as a
Qualinesti elf. Obviously startled Purgo looked up and
said Welcome Athin.
How may I help you? Why is your door locked Purgo?
Athin asked. Looking over
at me Purgo breathed a small sigh of relief and said
Oh I'm just having an
early lunch with this young elf. His father is an old
friend of mine.
Handing over a piece of paper to me Purgo said Give this to
your father
young one. I will and thank you Purgo I said and then walked out
of the
shop.

Walking down Rekt street I slipped back into the same alley and
looked at
the piece of paper that was given to me. I guess it was the beginning
of a
name. Purgo must have stopped writing when Athin walked in. There was Lu
on
the paper. I passed my hand back over my face so that I looked like
myself
again and uttered the word recall. I decided to take this information
right
to the Archmage as quickly as I could. 

Author:    Quintin     
  
Date:      Tue Jul 28 18:21:47 2015
Subject     Quintin's
choice

Quintin was sitting at his desk going over his spells. He
rubbed his eyes
from the long hours commiting his spells to memory and pulled
his robes
closer to him because of the chill in the air. He was getting more
restless
with every passing day. Not because of the upcomming duel he had with
Nestos
on the night of the eye (for there should only be one High Master for
the
Black robes) but, because it was getting increasingly difficult for him
to
feel the power of Nuitari. At first he thought it was because Nuitari
was
waiting for the outcome of the duel but now he wasn't so sure. It was
the
night of the eye. Quintin closed his last spell book and said to himself
and
his God Nuitari that he was ready. Ready to prove himself as the only
Black
robe deserving of the position of High Master. Nestos entered the room
where
the battle was to take place. Quintin removed the hood covering his face
and
said to Nestos You knew this day was coming. Nestos nodded and an evil
grin
came over his face when he said "if you are ready to die in front of all
of
the Gods of magic than I am ready to send you to them. For I am the one
true
High Master of the Black Robes. The battle was long and the
occasional
person walking by the room could hear lightning and fireballs hitting
the
door. Cries of beings from the Abyss doing the bidding of their casters.
The
High Archmage of the Black Robes Falkore stepped from the shadows for he
was
watching the entire battle. He looked at the mage that was standing over
the
mage that had fallen and said Quintin finish him and take your
position.
Quintin had his hands raised lightning cracked from his fingertips to
give
the final blow but, he hesitated. His mind raced trying to figure out why
he
was doing this. It would be so easy to finish Nestos off and get back to
his
duties. He couldn't bring himself to give the final blow and lowered
his
hands. Falkore was shocked at the actions he just witnessed. Quintin
Falkore
hissed this is not the actions of a Black Robe. Looking up behind
Falkore
Quintin saw 3 figures standing at the end of the room. Each were wearing
the
3 colors of Magic and Quintin fell to his knees knowing who these 3
figures
were. The God of Black magic Nuitari looked at Quintin and said end this
and
show your strength and I will open spell books to you that you have to
this
point not been able to open. You will be strong in the art and someday
will
challenge Falkore to run the Black Robes. Right now you are acting more
like
a White Robes than a Black. Just then it hit Quintin. His mind went back
to
everything that had happened the last few days. Finding it difficult to
study
his spells, why it was getting difficult to feel the presence of his
God
Nuitari. Every person make a choice as to which path to follow in life
and he
now knew that he had made the wrong one. Looking back he realized
that he always
knew. He was not a follower of Nuitari, he was a follower of
Solinari. Quintin
looked up at the Gods and said I can and will not end
Nestos life. It would be
to much of a loss to the magic if we were to lose
him. If the Gods would be
willing I would like to shed the robes of Black
and replace them White Robes and
follow Solinari? 

Answer to come soon everyone :). Hope you enjoyed the
story.

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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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'