The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rorin.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rorin' scribed in dull blue ink.
Author: Rorin Date Sat Aug 21 14:24:15 1999 Subject Sirrion damned sols Sansagroth, or the creature that was sansagroth had fled the Mariner docks leaving a mess of bloody, sliced up bodies behind him. Before the Mariners had time to recover or begin to lament the dead, A small force of Solamnics stormed up. They looked down thier noses at the Mariners, and demanded to be lead to the Cap'n Sansagroth. Ignoring the tear stricken faces, the stormed around the docks until finally Twigpuckle pointed south faintly, showing the path Sansagroth had taken Rorin, Twigpuckle and Kybo, still respecting the man Sansagroth once was, and unable to look at the carnage any longer, snuck off after the Solamnics. They stalked them in the way that only those whose very lively hood is made by moving around unnoticed. Rorin was able to cast a spell of invisiblity over them, which allowed them to be near enought to hear a few words from the Sols "...Beast killed Lord Malin" "We've orders to.......but a few extra wouldn't hurt..." following a trail of blood left in the streets, They began to loosen thier swords in readiness. The members of the Stier gasped, they realized that these troops never intended to allow Sansagroth a fair trial. The three friends ran ahead of the Solamnic Troop, they knew where to find Sansagroth. He would have fled to the Rusty Rudder Tavern. That is if there was any of the real Sansagroth left in the beast that now had the Dagger of vengenace. They found him just outside the enterance. "Sansagroth..." Rorin said tententivly. "Aye lad, it is me.....for the moment" he groaned, "The dagger is sated for the moment. But i don't know how long i can hold it off" Twigpuckle began to sob, "Death isn't a good thing, I really think somebody should do something about it" Sansagroth rasped out a chuckle, "Its the damn dagger..." "Can you rid yourself of it Cap'n" Kybo asked. Sansagroth began to twitch in pain. "It is coming upon me, quick Kybo... your sword." "There they are!, Inprision the traitors and kill the murder!" The Solamnic troops had finally shown up (a few cute girls had shown some ankle and momentarly stopped the march). "Please Kybo, let me die as Sansagroth, not the monster the dagger make me" Rorin grasped the flame that had recently appeanred on his forehead. Speaking a few words the ground began to shake, suddendly a deep tremor knocked the sols off thier feet. "They will not desecrate you or your death Cap'n" Kybo drew his sword, closed his eyes, and plunged the sword into Sansagroth "The seas will take me in...." and thus Sansagroth died. The three then turned to the Solamnics who had regained thier footing. Tear running down eyes enraged with anger over the sols intentions the attacked (Insert Battle Blah here, We win of course) Cleaning sword, dagger and staff, the three walked back and gathered up Sansagroth's body, and brought him out to a special place in the seas, the burial grounds for the mariners. Without a word, they let him over the side. Silently they watched him sink down into the depths..... Author: Rorin Date Mon Aug 23 17:35:07 1999 Subject wheeeeeeeeeee He should have been mourning the dead. He should have been wondering what the solamnics would do when they discovered what he'd done to one of thier troops He should have at least been brewing some grog, Sargonnas knew the Mariners needed some. But instead he found himself staring into a calm pool of water studying the small flame that had recently appeared on his forehead. It was not a ugly tatoo....but it burned him from within. Ever since Kybo had killed Sansagroth in pity, he had felt the Tatoo burning him... "Rorin, come inside you'll catch your death out here" Darrius had pretty much adopted rorin after Kailf's death. "Catch my death hrm.....maybe that wouldn't be so bad. At least i'd be with all those i miss now. i wonder if i'd be missed here" Rorin was up to his neck in self-pity. "Do you think that they are watching us now Darrius?" No need to define who "they" were, every Mariner was heartsick over the loss of those who died. "Of course they are, Just as Justavier and Aragon are watching me now. We have to believe they are still there with us." Rorin nodded curtly and followed Darrius inside. But he could not help but wonder why the tatoo began to burn terribly as he left the pool of water. -=Rormonger=-
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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