The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Terrsa.
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Astinus gently places a tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Terrsa' scribed in brown ink.
Author: Terrsa Date: Fri May 18 15:53:03 2007 Subject [FWD] My past [FWD Note] - [ 15] Terrsa: My past [FWD Date] - Fri May 18 15:50:23 2007 [FWD To ] - all [Original to:] Mercenary [FWD List] - story On the isle of Mithas, on the Northeastern shores of the blood sea of Istar, a death is celebrated and a new life begins for a fortunate Minotuar. The year is 364 Post Cataclysm, I was born in the early morning, the red light of Lunitari spilling across the isle washing it in bloodstain, a good omen for a Noble warrior's birth. My father would not have been as pleased to have parented a female, the males regarding more respect and influence in our race. Fortunately, I was never allowed the chance to feel unwanted or unloved by him since he was murdered as I was brought from my Mother's womb into this life. Murder is a way of life to the Minotaur, and is sometimes the only answer to certain situations. We show weaknesses to our enemies, then they will infiltrate those weaknesses and conquer us in body and spirit. Being raised as a warrior, I was taught discipline. I was percieved as having my father's courage and ambition, both well liked traits which made me a favorite of many of the elder Champions, those who had fought and won in the Great Circus. The only way to have leadership in my culture was to show yourself a honorable and fierce warrior by defeating your opponents in the Great Circus, an arena style battle where one competes thereby showing his or her skill, or lack of skill in some cases. Finally, my time had come to prove myself to my peers, I would be fighting before all to boast my skills and discipline. I was envied by some, and also liked by many, but on his day, I would earn the respect of even my enemies. As the event progressed I felt quite confident that I would defeat most of my opponents. I did not expect to gain leadership, only admiration. Fighting tooth and nail, I earned my place in the top five warriors. Returning from a short break to allow for sand to be poured over the blood covered arena, I found I was up against a young, stubborn warrior, one whom I had refused in intimate advances, there he stood before me with a mocking grin which showed . His many broken teeth. Being hit hard with blows from his mighty hammer, I was keeping a steady pace returning the blows, chopping with my axe at his exposed areas. Suddenly, he spoke words I had never heard, not in our native language, but words of magic. My strength was failing me and I lay confused on the sandy floor with his silver hammer inches from my skull. Enraged, I struggled to rise but could not. Moments passed and soon the entire audience joined in his mocking laughter, causing me to feel utter hate for them all. Soon, the feeling passed and I stood weakly with words of revenge escaping my lips before I left the arena in shameful embarrassment. Returning to my dwelling, I gathered my belongings and made my way to a merchant ship departing for Solace. With the excuse that I was to buy wares in the city, I made my way to Solace, unknowing of where I would go once I arrived. Sitting in a crowded inn, I overheard a conversation of this band of money hungry characters that were somewhat questionable in morals and welcomed those of the outside races. Immediately I decided to search for their leader, to seek acceptance amongst them while I planned my revenge. Author: Terrsa Date: Thu Nov 6 13:57:41 2008 Subject An unexpected meeting Terrsa walks underneath the walkway, as she listens she hears voices above and smells sweets being baked close by. Stopping to take a pull from her skin, she hopes she'll have no troubles here in Solace. Dante walks out onto the torch lit pathway, his mouth and chin covered in blood. He looks around and wipes his mouth with his sleeve and smirks as his eyes fall on a Minotaur. He tilts his head and walks toward the towering beast. Terrsa sees a stranger approach and quickly puts her drinking skin away. Straightening, she waits for him to near her before she makes a move. Dante stops in front of the Cow-beast and looks it up and down. "Strange to see a Minotaur in solace." He says in a harsh voice. Terrsa pauses, gauging this human before her. "I am only one, I would not bring the unwanted attention of the whole of Solace upon my horns. I had hoped to find a merchant who would trade with one of my kind." Dante grins wickedly. "Now that..would be fun. Taking on the whole of Solace. Why didn"t i Think of that?" His eyes glint with madness and he laughs wickedly. 'My gut tells me I'm not wanted in this quiet little town." Terrsa says with disdain. "Do you travel alone?" Dante quickly states, "I'm never alone, my Queen is always with me." Dante pulls a flask out from under his cloak and winks. "I have me own..." He opens it and holds it up. "To Takhisis!" He says before taking a long swig from his flask. Terrsa suddenly thinks back to the dreams of the fierce knight in shining armor, and the image of the five headed dragon that often comes to mind. Deciding to learn more of his Queen, she walks closer still to him. Terrsa desperately wants to learn more of this Dark Lady haunting her dreams so she continues, "What would your Queen think of me?", she bluntly asks. Dante winks at the Minotaur and reaches inside a pouch. He pulls out a Five headed Dragon Medallion and looks at her. "There's only one way to satisfy your curiousity." He tosses the medallion to her and winks. 'Let Her come to you. She will show you want you want to know. But now, i must leave. Don't worry I'm sure we'll meet again.' To be continued... Author: Terrsa Date: Wed Nov 12 14:33:18 2008 Subject A calling Unable to sleep for the fourth night in a row, Terrsa growls in frustration and sits up in her dark room. Lighting a candle she begins packing her belongings and decides that she has no choice, she must go. Picking up the medallion of the five-headed dragon resting on her night stand, she says quietly, "I will come." Leaving a note that she must travel alone on personal matters for a brief time, she emerges into the darkness of Solace. "I must go now, I cannot wait til dawn!", she roars at the man ferrying the little boat to Palanthas. Handing him several shiny gold coins, she boards the ferry and makes her way to the docks in Palanthas. Looking at the nearest ship she asks with a snort, "The Bedazzle?" Adjusting her pack on her back to even it's weight she walks toward the ship to seek passage. Author: Terrsa Date: Sat Dec 18 15:29:07 2010 Subject The Revenge of a Nation "Tell us one more Aunt Terrsa, pleeease!" With his horns just coming in, the male son of her sister was starting to show great potential in his daily training, Terrsa felt pride seeing the camp fire reflected in his large brown eyes. At a nod from the nearest Elder, she begins to relate her favorite bed time story as told to her by her sire. "In the beginning of time, there were only the ogres on Krynn. They were not the same as we know them to be today, they were creatures of immense beauty who were powerful enough to build nations and had magical abilities. Even the Elves of today would have envied their beauty. But not unlike the Elves upon Krynn today, they were vain, and became jealous of others. They wasted their achievements and became corrupt in their greatness. Some few of these Ogres saw they were headed towards doom, and did try to speak to their brethren and show them the destruction that was coming if changes were not made." " Taking the advice as a jealous attempt to diminish them, the corrupt ones did not listen. They fell from the grace of our Great Honred One, Sargas, and he cast out the Ogres, in his anger he made them into the vile, disgusting creatures we know them to be today. The Ogres cannot even recall the greatness of their own ancestors. Taking a breath, Terrsa pauses for dramatic effect on the youths gathered by. "It is said, however, that Sargas did take pity on those few who did try to refrain from the corruption of the Ogre race. Sargas, or Sargannon as we sometimes know him grasped those who did remain worthy, and removed them far from the others. Sargas marked them as his true children and made them to resemble himself. Those were our ancestors, the first Minotaurs, the chosen of Sargas. We are the greatness that the Ogres could have been, they tossed away their grace and in doing so we became the greatest of races on Krynn. We have been enslaved over time but always fought for freedom. We've been driven back and always we come back stronger than before. All other races are ants in the eyes of Sargas. We are the true future of Krynn! Krynn's fated masters and the true children of destiny! We will rise up and take back what is rightfully ours one day! This shall come to pass it is said in prophecy!" Looking around Terrsa saw the seeds of revenge planted in every youth, as well as adult face, around the fire. With a grunt of satisfaction she rose and left for her tent. Removing her weapons she thought to herself, " This shall come to pass...Maybe sooner than later!"
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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