The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rinion.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!
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 'Rinion' scribed in brilliant blue ink.
Author: Rinion Date: Tue Feb 27 12:27:06 2007 Subject The Cursed Walking through the remains of the city of Tarsis a hill dwarf silently slips into the shadows of a rubble filled alley. Coming to a stop where a building has collapsed upon itself, blackened with dragonfire, he glances around to ensure that he hasn't been seen. Confident that his presence has gone unnoticed he runs his calloused hands across the bricks, searching for something. His fingers find the familiar niche and he presses them and whispers something softly and vanishes from sight. Deep beneath the winged city the dwarf appears in a small antechamber seemingly untouched by the chaos of the War of the lance. Small globes of light are lit and float above a stone pedestal near the center of the room. The dwarf approaches the pedestal and withdraws a small leather pouch from the folds of his cloak. Opening the pouch the dwarf dumps it's contents, a reddish powder, onto the raised platform. The dust begins to glow softly. As the dust glows brighter the light from the globes begins to fade. Soon the room is awash in a reddish glow and the dwarf kneels down before the pedestal in anticipation. *Continued in next post* Author: Rinion Date: Tue Feb 27 13:07:56 2007 Subject The Cursed - Part II *Continued* The dwarf knelt silently, waiting to hear the call of the voice of the God he sought. He had been in preperation for this ritual for countless weeks, and now his reward was finally at hand. The dwarf had been lead to this building after coming across a fading text deep within the confines of Skullcap while trying to uncover the lost art of poisonious herbs and disease. He had heard whispers of the god he sought, but solid information had always eluded him to the point that he began to believe that the order of Morgion was nothing more then a myth. Until that fateful day... The text had described this chamber below the grand city of Tarsis as a meeting place for those who sought to do the will of Morgion by spreading disease and decay among the populace of Krynn. The members of the order kept their identity secret from eachother and the outside world. They worked in the shadows of night and were often never seen or heard; only death told the tale of their coming. Near the end of the text a ritual was described for those who decided they wished to follow Morgion. The preperation was tedious and the component required to draw the attention of the god was not easily found in this age. The dwarf had searched long and hard before finally striking a deal with a black robed magic user and securing the necessary component. Now that he had done all the things set forth in the text he was ready to submit himself to the will of Morgion. *Continued in next post* Author: Rinion Date: Fri Mar 2 00:41:39 2007 Subject The Cursed - Part III *Continued* Slowly the reddish glow in the room began to dim and the dwarf feared he had done something wrong. Then without warning a great weight pressed down on him from above and his vision was struck from his eyes. The stench of death and decay overwhelmed him and he beagn to tremble with the fear one only knows in the presence of a God. A voice whispered through his head "You have sought and found favor with me dwarf. See to it that you do not dissapoint. I am quick to reward my servants, but if you fail me in any endevor I will be quick to flay the flesh from your bone and devour your soul. Be welcome among the Order of Morgion and spread my disease throughout the lands.." Slowly the weight lifted from the dwarf and he felt his vision return. The globes above the pedestal began to glow softly again and the dwarf wondered if he had imagined what had just transpired. His doubts quickly faded when he looked upon the pedestal, for where the red powder was before had been replaced with a hooded brown robe...
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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