The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raelin.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a worn book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raelin' scribed in dull white ink.


Author:    Raelin         
Date:      Sun Dec 28
02:45:39 2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart: Archmage Raelin
Starblade of the Red

Two red robed magi stood in a silent
courtyard, the wind chilling their
bones. They paid the freezing
cold no heed, for they had far more important
things on their
minds. A shiny blade with a curved handle lay stationary on
the
palm of a disembodied hand floating strangely in between the two
magi.

One of the wizards ventured to speak. "This is the Knife
of Dracart,
Archmage Leodas, the weapon that I have procured from
the possession of the
dark monk. I have heard of Lelthas'
retirement from the Conclave and his
relinquishment of the
Order's leadership, thus I have turned to you for
guidance in
this trying time. There have been many legends regarding
this
blade, and none of them have dared take the power of the
Knife lightly. It
is a dangerous weapon."

The archmage nodded
briefly in agreement but did not speak. His brows
furrowing in
intense thought. The two wizards both knew what had to be
done
with the weapon, but neither wanted to enunciate his
intention. A weapon
such as this could be used to maintain
balance in the world, but no single
mage could possibly control
it. Much has been heard about the knife's
ability to cause
dissension and chaos. It must be kept out of the; public
eye
until a method was concocted to restrain and subdue the knife's
whims.
No one else must know about it. The magi did not speak,
but they knew what
the other was thinking.

So together, they
cast a magical portal to realms unknown, past where even
the most
seasoned adventurer could seek. In the heights of the
eastern
Khalkist mountains and in the depths of a desolate cave,
the red robed
master and archmage erected a magical sanctuary and
threw the knife far into
it. Such was the strength of the
incantation that without the concurrence of
either of the two
mages, the seal to the cave could not be opened except
through
death. Then they left, comforted in the knowledge that the Knife
was
safe, at least for
now.

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It has
been three days since the council to the Order of Lunitari
first
convened in the Hall of Mages to determine the new High
Archmage of the Red.
Still, there was no resolution but only
endless bickering amongst the
power-hungry magi.

I have felt the
power of the Knife in my hands and I must contain it.
Already,
the Knife seeks to plant a creature of ambition into the
leadership
of my Order -- one who would indubitably lead us into
oblivion. There
appears to be only one person I can trust.

I
stood up amongst the crowd of magi and hoped that the
adrenaline-induced
courage would not suddenly leave me. "I vote
aye for Archmage Leodas to be
the next High Archmage." I inhaled
a quick breath even as the magi turned
their gazes upon me. "And
I am claiming the position of Archmage." 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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