The Great Library of Palanthas

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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Terrsa.

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Astinus gently places a pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Terrsa' scribed in white 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

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.


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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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