The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Thalijar.
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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Thalijar' scribed in dull green ink.
Author: Thalijar Date Wed Feb 5 21:38:51 2003 Subject Dreams of the Light within the Darkness His eyelids grew heavy on him, as he laid in bed. His head resting comfortable upon the pillow. The young fellow was feeling extra drowsy tonight, due to the fact he didn't sleep much for the past week or so. Seems he was haunted by repeating dreams. The dreams always started off the same.... Thalijar was surrounded by total darkness. His own hand in front of his face could not be seen. He had no choice but to walk forward, feeling his surroundings as he did, hoping to find a way into the light. He walked for what seemed like miles without bumping into a single object, or running along a wall. In fact, his feet felt as if they were floating above ground, and they never truly made contact with a solid surface of any kind. Yet, he knew he was moving forward. Not by any movement of air, nor seeing the ground move beneath his feet...more like he just "knew" it. After what seemed like hours...possibly days, Thalijar felt, more than heard a voice echoing around him. 'Thalijar Rondell, I am the one you seek, I am the guiding light in the Darkness that is in your mind. I am your keeper. And, it is I whom you need to help you in troubled times' Thalijar spoke no words, yet every thought in his brain was heard loud and clearly. Every answer he had, the voice had a question for...comforting him...soothing his fear. He felt relaxed here. Felt comfortable in the embrace of the darkness. He knew nothing could harm him here, not with the voice....The sweet voice...sounding so powerful, yet so lovely, and so harmless at the same time. Thalijar had one last question, and before tonight, his dream always ended after he asked it.....Tonight however, his question had an answer. 'Who are you?' Tonight, this very dream differed from the rest...for after the question was asked, a bright searing light erupted around him. The light didn't hurt him, nor impair his vision. In fact, his eyes saw everything more clearly now...Everything around him, every minute detail, was in his field of perception. He was aware of all. Every bird singing, Every child playing. And...He was aware of his answer.... It was her....She of the many faces....The Darkest of Queens....The five-headed reptilian dragon. She who had haunted his dreams, was none other than Takhisis. Yet, he felt no fear...No worries. She would take care of him, she would provide sanctuary in her arms. And all she asked was one simple favor.... Loyalty. Loyalty...was it so hard? No...not for what she offered him. She would give him all he wanted....All he needed. And she only asked for one thing.... Thalijar woke quickly. His eyes snapping open, then quickly adjusting to the sunlight pouring into his room. He had not woken to daylight in quite sometime...always waking prematurely before the sun rose. Today, he felt rested....He felt refreshed. He also felt something else. The gift she granted him. He felt the power residing within him. Power that flowed directly from her. It was an extension of herself...her own power that he felt. He need only learn to master the gift, and time would be the only obstacle. But he had plenty of it now. Now that she watched over him. Guiding his every move. He lifted his body out of bed, with ease...No Aches, or pains usually associated with getting out of bed. He gathered what belongings he would need to travel, and before noon arrived, he was was travelling upon the road leaving his villiage. The road that led to his future. His future within the arms of Takhisis. And what better place to be close to his queen than the very home she gave unto her followers. Storm Keep.......
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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