The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Slaanesh.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Slaanesh' scribed in deep maroon ink.
Author: Slaanesh Date Wed May 15 16:24:08 2002 Subject The Birth of the Damned The boy raises his head. All around him he sees scorched earth and dead bodies. In the distance the "good" clerics can be seen leaving the town, a swath of destruction in their wake. The bodies of his neigbors lie all around. Apparently the clerics decided that evil was roosting in his hometown and needed purging. So there was some extortion, violence, usury, rape, etc. going on; does that mean that all must die? Grabbing a dagger and sword the boy races off upon the blatant trail the clerics left. For many days he tracks them, eager, yet patient, to avenge his home. Then one day he has his chance. The lead cleric and his two assisstants leave the group to go meet someone, leaving the other 3 to travel alone. The young man sees his chance and slips into the vicinity of the camp after they have left. When night falls, he sneaks up behind the cleric keeping watch. Realizing that there is probably a magical shield around him, the boy makes sure to sneak up quietly so as not to arouse alarm. The watchman is not very disciplined and is lightly d When night falls, he sneaks up behind the cleric keeping watch. Realizing that there is probably a magical shield around him, the boy makes sure to sneak up quietly so as not to arouse alarm. The watchman is not very disciplined and is lightly dozing. When snores come from all parts of the camp, the vengeful adolescent puts his dagger up to the back of the man's head and.... STAB! The blade buries itself deep with the back of the brain, preventing a response from the guard. The boy smiles as his first human kill is accomplished, with nary a sound nor movement. The other two clerics are still fast asleep. Drawing his sword, the boy slinks over beside their beds. Raising his sword above his head, he lets it drop upon the neck of one. Instant death. Unfortunately, the head rolls over and hits the other cleric. Awakened, the cleric spells a shield from pure instinct. Seeing his attacker, he swings his staff at the assailant. The staff connects, and the boy is slammed in the chest and knocked back into a tree. There was obviously some magical power behind the hit. The boy's weapon lays upon the ground, knocked loose by the surprisingly strong hit. Quick to recover, he fades back into the darkness away from the cleric. Spitting out some blood, he realizes how lucky he is that he did not try attacking when the leader was around. (To Be Continued) Author: Slaanesh Date Wed May 15 16:30:27 2002 Subject The Birth of the Damned Part 2 Hearing incantations to some god being spoken, he quickly draws his dagger. Deciding that surprise is always the best course of action, he leaps forth from the trees and stabs at the cleric. CHINK! Deflected by chainmail beneath the robes! The cleric thwacks him in the legs with the stick, and the boy goes down. This, however, opens up a chance for him and he pushes himself up and his dagger goes straight into the groin of the cleric, and down goes he. With a swift slice the cleric loses a chunk of his jugular vein and the cleric is dead. Having not eaten or drunk anything for a couple of days, the boy reaches down and tastes the lifeblood of the man. Finding it good, he quenches his thirst. Still hungry, and enjoying the taste of the blood, the boy cuts a hole in the chest of his victim and grabs the faintly pulsating heart. MMMM, tasty! Suddenly the realization hits him - He has just killed a bunch of clerics of some "good" god. But what affects him most is: He enjoyed it. A lot. Drawing back into the brush, he realizes that he must seek protection. But where, and who will defend him against clerics? Out of nowhere a voice comes, a female voice, full of sensuality, but more than that, power. It is Takhisis, offering her protection as long as the young killer works in her service. Knowing that he has nowhere else to go, he gladly accepts and is transported to her temple. Upon the boy's arrival, the cleric of Takhisis asks for his name, to be recorded as a follower of the Takhisis. Reflecting upon his current state, and how much he enjoyed the killing of and blood feasting upon the clerics, the young man wants a name of power, worthy of him. Recalling tales that he had heard as a young boy of a god of death and pleasure, the young man takes this name upon himself, being reborn through it into a new persona: Slaanesh, Prince of Chaos
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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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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