The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tyranael.
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 paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tyranael' scribed in grey ink.
Author: Tyranael Date Wed Mar 13 21:52:21 2002 Subject The Return Tyranael stood before the Tower of Wayreth once more, the last time being when she had lost Nuitari's favor. She had been lucky this time, for she had been given his power once more. She basked in the energy of the Dark Moon, invisible to all but his followers. She entered the familiar halls, the many passageways that she had traversed when she had been younger. Although not old by elven years, she was by human standards. She had not yet gained all her power yet, for she had numerous spells to recommit to memory. But she knew of the dark spell books that held power spells, so powerful that if one not of sufficient power attempted it he or she would instantly die. But as of now, she was content to slowly let her magical stamina grow for it had shrunk somewhat from her past powers. Tyranael began to walk towards the archmage's chamber, but when she got there it dawned upon her that she was no longer the archmage of the order and that she knew very little or none of the mages that had sprung up while she had been absent. Pulling up her hood so that she would not be recognized, she began to walk towards the remote areas of the Black Tower so that she might study in peace, regaining the knowledge that had been stripped from her. She found an empty cell and entered it, setting her minor luggage against the wall. She sat down upon a wooden stool, one of the sparse furniture that was within it, and went into deep thought. Nothing could be read from her expression, but her eyes glittered of malice, of cold calculating strategy. Without warning the expression vanished from her face and was once again normal. She pulled out a few spellbooks she had been meaning to study and began the arduous task of strengthening her magical knowledge. Author: Tyranael Date Sun Mar 17 21:51:11 2002 Subject Tyranael Emerges The seasons had passed without seeing even the passing shadow of Tyranael. She had stayed within her room, exiting only in the darkest of nights to get her books or nourishment for her body. The books that she took from Conclave Library were those that she had hidden there so many years ago, when her powers began to fail her. She knew that she couldn't allow anyone to get possession of her spellbooks for one day she would find a way to regain her magic and with it the need of these very books. Therefore, she had taken great care in hiding them, not letting their true nature be known. Within the musty Library, she placed them upon different shelves always taking great care in covering their true identity. These books had waited for many years for their mistress to return to them and finally she had come. Tyranael began to master the spells that she had known so well, and practiced casting them. The more difficult spells she did not yet attempt, but the others she could cast easily without a thought. She felt that she was now ready to step out of the shadows and begin to reclaim the power that she that she once had. She emerged from her room, a cloak of confidence and malice upon her. Her cold face showed no expression, but her ice blue eyes were hard and glittered with hatred. As some of the lesser mages scampered from her, a melodious laugh escaped from her lips. However, the laughter did not rise from glee or joy, instead it sprang from the deep wells of anger and hatred within her. The laughter was both pleasing and grating to the ears for it was both sweet and horryifying at the the same time. Author: Tyranael Date Fri Jul 22 16:32:21 2005 Stamp 1122067941 To all Subject The Return to the Tower The light of the Solinari and Lunitari lit up the courtyard of the Tower of Wayreth as she walked towards the tower that held her room and laboratory. A long time had passed but for this dark elf, but had very little effect upon her features. The ageless beauty and grace of the Silvanesti were the only things that the others had left her with when she had been exiled. If they could have, she was sure they would have taken those as well. That had been a whole lifetime ago and she had been prepared to give those up for the powers that she believed only Nuitari would be able to bestow upon her. For him and for magic, she had done anything and everything with no regrets. She took off the intricate spells she had placed on her door and entered. Taking a sweeping look around her room to make sure everything was the way she had left it, Tyranael headed over to where her wines were kept. She poured herself a glass of imported Silvanesti wine, an indulgence that she gave herself every once in a while, and took a seat on her high backed, cushioned chair. The Conclave seemed to still be flourishing with its many initiates and apprentices that ran about. The High Archmages must have been doing a good job in overseeing things but Tyranael realized that she did not know who currently ran the Conclave, especially those of the Black Robes. Getting a little more comfortable, she decided that there would be time enough for that later. For now, she would sip on her wine and relax in her room - it had been much too long since she had been able to fully take her mind off things. Author: Tyranael Date Tue Jul 26 19:25:00 2005 Stamp 1122423900 Subject Problems in the Tower Tyranael was sipping on her wine when there was a slight knock on her door. A young human black robed apprentice asked, 'Are you the initiate Tyranael?' She eyed him a bit before answering, 'No, but I am Tyranael.' The human looking a little disgruntled said, 'You need to come with me.' 'And why would I do that?' she replied. The human said exasperatedly, 'Because the Black Robe Council would like to speak to you' Tired of the insolence shown to her by this insect of a human, Tyranael replied in an icy cold voice 'You are nothing more than an apprentice and should watch your tone when you speak with me. Unless of course you want to me to just show you' A grin appeared on her face but her eyes showed malicious intent. The human backed up a step before stammering his apologies. Tired of this discourse and a bit curious as to why she was summoned by the Black Council she bid the apprentice to lead on. Upon arriving at the council chamber, Tyranael noticed that all the seats were filled with faces that she did not recognize. I've been away too long, she thought to herself. A balding human spoke first, 'Are you the initiate Tyranael?' Again with the initiate nonsense! Tyranael was getting a bit tired of their joke. She spoke dryly, 'Do you find calling me an initiate funny? But yes I am Tyranael.' A stern look appearing on his face, the old man responded, 'Speak with more respect to your betters initiate. Else no one might become your master. Your previous rank means nothing to us now. We know of you and the position you once held. However, in your absence new powers have come to be and your new status is that of an initiate. You are barred from using any spells beyond those of initiate level, otherwise you will be considered a renegade and hunted down. This has been decided by the council and is final. You may leave.' Tyranael could not believe what had just been said to her. Stripped of title and office? An INITIATE? These fools must be out of their mind. Yet there was nothing she could do at this point, no way to oppose the council. There would be too many to take on alone, thus she glared icily at them and stormed out and back towards her room. She didn't understand how this could have happened but she knew one thing...vengeance will come to those that sat on the Council.
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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