The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rauglothgar.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rauglothgar' scribed in dull yellow ink.
Author: Rauglothgar Date: Fri Jan 12 18:22:22 2007 Subject Rauglothgar's past Rauglothgar was born the only son of a minor noble. Desiring great things for his son, his father ensured that he had the best possible training to develop his intellect as well as skills in the arts of war. However, due to the amount of time which he had to spend training each day, Rauglothgar grew up to be a very sheltered young man, unwise to the ways of the world. One day, as he was returning from his daily training with the swordmaster, he noticed a mysterious figure walking hurriedly away from the manor in which he lived. Feeling uneasy, he quickened his pace to catch up with the figure, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never seem to do so. Turning round a corner, he was surprised to see that the figure had mysteriously disappeared into thin air. Shrugging the matter off, he strolled back to the manor. Once inside, he sensed that something was immediately wrong as it was very quiet, a little too quiet. He rushed into the house only to find corpses of the servants and guards everywhere. In the study, he found the bodies of his parents and their personal bodyguard, his childhood friend. They had apparently made a final stand there. His father had apparently been trying to destroy something as there were ashes in the room. Clutched in his fingers were the remnants of a map. Based on the small fragment which he managed to pry from his father's lifeless fingers, Rauglothgar managed to decipher only one word, Qualinesti. His mind was in a whirl, Though he had read about the elves in his studies, he had never encountered one before. Why would his father have any dealings with them and what was he trying to protect? Who too was the mysterious figure and what part did he have to play in this? Rummaging through his father's belongings, Rauglothgar dug up a suit of armor and a servicable sword. Packing sufficient rations and clothings for one or two days, he hurriedly left the manor before the deaths were discovered. As much as he would like to co-operate with the authorities, too many questions were unanswered. It would only make matters worse if they discovered the map fragment so he made sure that all that was left of it were ashes. Stopping at the entrance of the manor, Rauglothgar uttered a short prayer to his god, closed the doors, and with a firm determination, set out to discover what relationship his family had with the elves, and what fate had in store for him. Author: Rauglothgar Date: Thu Jan 25 03:24:09 2007 Subject The Faith The first night after leaving Palanthas, Rauglothgar found himself in the plains outside the town. Uncertain of which direction to travel and way too wise to travel in the night, he decided to camp till daybreak. By the light of the small fire he had built, he reflected on the events which had transpired that morning. His once carefree features were now lined with sorrow and uncertainty. Yet, there was still the air of purity around him. Though he was alone now, without a home and a family Rauglothgar knew that he would never be alone, as long as his belief in his god was still strong. As he stared into the flames, he thought of his name, Dragonchild, and how it had come to be One night, when he was but in his teens, Rauglothgar had a dream. In this dream, he was a copper dragon, good-hearted but young and na?ve. Soaring high up in the clouds, he frolicked without a care in the world. Swooping closer to the ground, he suddenly noticed a human caravan being accosted by a huge blue dragon. The humans were valiantly fighting back but it was clear who would emerge the winner. Never one to back down from an opportunity to foil the chances of the blue dragon, he flew down and, catching the blue by surprise, blasted it with a cone of acid into the blue's face. The acid failed to do much damage to the blue's thick scales, but it did irritate it to no end. With a roar of anger, it breathed a bolt of lighting at the copper, narrowly missing it but singeing its tail. Panicking and realizing for the first time the danger it was in, the copper tried to evade the blue but due to its inexperience, caught the next bolt right in the chest. Pain ripped through its entire body and it plummeted to earth. Strangely, the blue did not follow, maybe it felt that the bolt would have been sufficient to kill the copper. The copper crashed to the ground, creating a small crater. As it lay mortally wounded, it strangely felt no pain, only a chill that was slowly creeping through its body. "So this is what death feels like," it thought. This was when a voice pierced through its subconsciousness. "My, my, you have gotten into a bit of trouble haven't you, little one. Let's see what we can do for you." The young dragon then felt someone lay his(its?) hand on his body. A bright light emated from the palm of the hand and it enveloped the dragon's entire being. A moment later, the chill had disappeared and he felt whole and refreshed again. In front of him was a middle-aged man dressed in the armor of a warrior. On his shiny breastplate was carved the intricate design of a dragon. The warrior then turned to the dragon and said, "You do need to take care of yourself better, my son. Taking on a blue dragon twice your size won't do you any good at this point of time". However, your bravery is indeed commendable and it will be noted, thought next time, you may not be so lucky. You will need to work very hard and you will face many trials, tragedies and tribulations, but one day you will be able to stand your ground against the fiercest of man or beast and do good for all mankind." And with that, the man vanished. When Rauglothgar awoke, he felt the spot where the man had laid his hand on him when he was in dragon form. At that spot was a small mark, a mark which had never been there before Not knowing why or how he knew it, Rauglothar realized that the man was Paladine and that he had been sent a sign, a sign that his path had been set out for him. He would ask his father to permit him to enroll as a squire to begin his training as a paladin in the service of the Paladine, , the god of charity, redemption, leadership and greatness. He also vowed to uphold all that was true and right, and to fight tyranny and injustice whenever and wherever it was met. He would also do his best to care for the lost and dedicate himself to the temple of the gods of good. Coming out of his reverie, Rauglothgar realized that the fire had gone out and all that was left was glowing embers. Berating himself for not being more alert, he quickly checked his belongings to make sure all was still there. Satisfied, he settled down and made himself comfortable to wait the break of dawn
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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