The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Seuloth.
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 pamphlet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Seuloth' scribed in vibrant purple ink.
Author: Seuloth Date Sun Sep 8 11:43:41 2002 Subject The Turning It was actually a nice summer day. Although being stuck in this human infested city of Palanthas, Seuloth still felt himself as rather happy. It felt like the energy of the sun almost rejuvinated him. He began wandering around in the city, looking for the places which were good to know. As walking due west on the street known as platinum street, he saw a tower loom up in the horizon. Strangely enough, he felt drawn to it, to its magic. He didn't think twice about it, as it was probably just something that he had made up in his subconscience. However, not noticable though, the streets got more and more covered from the soothing sun light. It almost felt like it was night, a cold and eerie feeling overcame the elf as he walked past the tower. He heard a voice beckoning him from within the shadows, it had him mentally locked, he had to go and see what who the person was. He felt completely powerless, not being able to neither move nor speak. A figure appeared before him, looking down upon him as Seuloth usually looked down upon other people, but the difference this time was that he indeed felt insuperior. He bowed his head before the man. Who or what he was, Seuloth had no idea, but the man had a strong influence on him. "So...young one....you seek to wield the powers of magic..do you not?.." The voice seemed unnaturally friendly, almost like an old tutor." "Yes....I d.d..do seek magic....." Seuloth was afraid, but had no force of will to hide it. "Those who seek the power of magic....often take..wrong choices.....I am here to make sure that you do not..." Seuloth felt like he swallowed a pear, he knew that this was wrong, that his family had taught him to withstand these temptations when he was to be send out into the world. But all that he had learned came to show now...nothing. In a way....the man made sense...he do wanted to wield the power of magic, better than anyone in the whole world of Krynn. "Yes...I do not want to take the wrong choices...i do not want to become weak...teach me how to wield the magic...like you.." The man stepped into vision, indeed he was a mage, one that served the black moon Nuitari. As before where he seemed dark and eerie, a person you wouldn't want to meet at night, he now seemed like a superior, one in whom one could learn. "Tomorrow, this will seem as just a dream, but you will be drawn again and then, i, Taurenthalas Aspenleaf...will teach you..." As the man suddenly disappeared, a strong head ache pounded in Seuloth's head...was it but a dream? Author: Seuloth Date Mon Sep 9 12:50:43 2002 Subject Corrupted Mind (Continued....) I awoke, seeing that he had been sleeping on the street like some common beggar. It disgusted me and made me feel like a half-breed. My once before clean robes were now infested with dirt all over. Slowly, as i stood up, a man threw a gold coin at my feet. Who did he think he was? I am not a beggar, i'm a highly respected silvanesti elf. The rage filled my veins, cursing my entire being. Where i yesterday might just have slapped him, i know drew my dagger at him. The man looked terrified and the terrified look froze upon him as i thrusted my dagger in his torso, twisting it to my surprising joy. Word tried to escape his mouth but they failed. He looked at me with a mix or surprise and mercy, knowing that nothing could save him now. There surprisingly no people on the street. The man feel to the ground, exsposing my dagger which i used to fight evil, the same dagger which now had been tainted with the blood of an innocent man who just tried to help. The fight raged in my head as i dropped the dagger in disbelief looking at my hands. I walked backwards stumbling on my own two feet. My hand landed in the pool of blood that the wound had caused to flow onto the street. One second i felt joy, another i felt what i had done, i should be executed for. Was this to be my life, split between 2 beliefs and not completely being master of myself. I saw that a horn was blown and the footsteps of a solamnic knight patrol closed in. I was thinking whether to stay and take my punishment, or run and escape it. I then decided to slip into one of the less lit up alley ways. All that i ever thought of was what situation i got myself in. The rage i showed just a few minutes ago wasn't me...it had never been. Several flash of past memories flew around inside my head, they all disappeared though and back stood only one. A man, in a black robe, speaking to the latent rage within me. I felt in touch with him, more in touch with him than i've felt with anyone else in my life. But then my reason got to me. This was wrong, i was not raised to feel this kind of anger it was not known to me. A wound had been struck in my soul, something that would never go away. Slowly, as the days went by, the anger manifested in my soul, corrupting it as time went by. The man known as Taurenthalas visited my mind more and more frequently and i felt more and more out of touch with the white moon. It got me wondering, why he hadn't helped me, it made me really mad, only contributing to my rage. I decided to visit the mage who had visited me... Author: Seuloth Date Tue Oct 22 06:38:08 2002 Subject A Study Break Pondering, Seuloth sat in his chair at the conclave library, going over and over what the book said. Sure enough it was a book that was meant to teach him the basics of transportation spells. It seems he had a learners block, the words just kept flowing together, forming new forms each time. A golden dragon with green eyes, most peculiar. In fact it was just page 48 written in Qualinesti. Annoyed by his own ignorance, Seuloth stood up and walked out of the library to take a breath of fresh air. The fresh air gave him the same feeling as he had when he just understood a new spell..it was intoxicating. He had a hard time to see how a mage could devout his life to be a librarian, sure enough they were needed, but he was far to restless for that sort of occupation. The clouds formed different shapes in the night air, each time they became less and less and in the end, the night was clear and the stars were sparkling like moonshine in still water. He had yet to feel the closeness of Solinari as he had seen other mages feel. The mere presence of him with them, gave them the clear head they needed and they studied like with intensive progression. Master Zanglero had to learn annoyed him. But the fresh air calmed his annoyance and he soon felt ready to study again. By the time he went back up the stairs to the library, it was almost empty, only a few students sat spread out in the extremely large room. Seuloth sat down at a table, studying his book fresh over again. The words just flowed in, he understood everything. Strange to think that only 15 minutes ago he had imagined these words to be a golden dragon with green eyes. He didn't put the book down until he fully understood it and could repeat it in his sleep. He continued to study through out the night, reading and interpreting one book after the other. He didn't feel hunger or thirst at all, maybe it was because he didn't think about it. When the head librarian finally asked him to go to his quarters for the night, he muttered but complied. When morning dawned, Seuloth yet again was seen in the library, using his new found inspiration to its fullest. It seemed that yesterday was eons away, so much he had learned in so short period of time seemed to be impossible, like the tales you would tell your grandson before the fire place, totally out of the bluebut it indeed happened, he was the witness of it. For 48 hours, this went on, this intesive and zealous studying and it indeed paid off. He had overcome any of his before set goals (ooc: just a small story, cause leveled 20 levels in 2 or so days =)
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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