The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vargas.
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You note the spine bears the word 'Vargas' scribed in light yellow ink.
Author: Vargas Date Mon Aug 23 23:31:59 1999 Subject Unknown Lienkai slept after listening to Lockpick. Had she been awake, she would have witnessed a reunion from beyond the grave. Fortunately for her, she would experience one anyway. The Orlouge bobbed gently in the seas. Lienkai didn't remember how she got here, but she felt comforted to be back on board the ship. There were no bloodstains on the deck, no scorch marks from magical lightning and fire. Everything was calm...like it used to be. She looked over the crew and almost sank to her knees. A black-furred minotaur with silver horns stood shouting orders. Selec was hanging drunkenly over the wheel, Elenna stood grabbing a half-elf (probably Roman, she thought) by the collar playfully. Bhonif, Forte and his son, they were all there...alive...or so she thought. As she scanned the crew, she noticed two figures walking towards her. She recognized them instantly. Auschmal and Sansagroth. 'Cap'n! Auschmal!' she cried happily. Sansagroth shook his head. 'Sorry Lass...I'm not Cap'n on this voyage' he said, grinning. She noticed he had both eyes, but this time it didn't look like the work of Mondraiken. Auschmal looked a bit more seriously. 'Lass...I wish this could be just a friendly reunion, but things aren't so simple anymore.' 'Mondraiken is still out there...we fight out own battles with him here. He is out there...and Teralis, poor Lass...she needs your guidance too, Lass' 'She's an able Cap'n...but she needs the support of her crew.' Auschmal nodded. 'I'm trusting you to make sure our ship doesn't fall into nothingness, Lass...for a long time there's been an Orlouge, I'm not sure how the people can survive without it' 'Yes Sir! Sirs! Will do...the Mariners will be remembered! We will go on!' she saluted, and with that, she woke up. Lienkai climbed up the mountainside, sweating in the heat. She came to find a weapon imbedded in the stone. A gaffhook. Illythorak's. Also, a greatsword. Lienkai took the rusty cutlass and jammed it into the rock, and did the same with the harpoon. 'I won't forget you...Cap'n...' -=Bleh=- Author: Vargas Date Tue Aug 24 02:12:46 1999 Subject Dead Motherbl*hkers 'Set sail, lads!' Illythorak's yell broke through the chatter of the dead crew of the Orlouge. Forte, Selec, and some of the older members jumped to their stations. Auschmal, Sansagroth, and Victor exchanged glances. Sorinjin fell face first onto the deck. Victor spoke in a wavering, but respectful voice. 'C-Cap'n, Sir? We're dead...just where exactly are we sailing to?' Illythorak threw back his head and laughed, then grinned at the half-kender. Sansagroth thought to himself that he didn't recall seeing Illythorak so happy in a long time, even when he was alive. 'We sail where we sail, Lad. We stop at ports, we pay for whores, we sleep...not much of an afterlife, but then, my life had too much excitement already!' He laughed again and turned around as the other crewmen prepared the ship to sail. Illythorak scratched his ear and muttered 'Where is she, anyway?' Elenna scowled when she heard this. 'You didn't tell me -she- was coming....again!' Auschmal began to query who exactly 'she' was, when suddenly the crackle of magical energy was heard, and an elven magewoman with silver hair stood beside him. 'Ah, Dealis, there you are!' Illythorak said. He then looked around 'but where's my associate?' he grinned. 'Oh, Illy, you know how much he detests magic.' 'Aye, Lass, and that's exactly why I have ya bring him to me that way!' Dealis spoke a few words of magic, and suddenly a large chestnut-furred minotaur stood next to her, snorting and grumbling as usual. 'Almethrak Dar-Liak?!' Auschmal questioned. 'Aye, Nijniros, I'm here...now, I suggest you get to your post and prepare to set sail' Auschmal looked prepared to argume, but Sansagroth nudged him in the ribs and began to climb up onto the crow's nest. The Orlouge I set sail in the twilight of the realm of the dead. For hours the crew sailed, talking about old times, informing the newcomers about their life in the dead world. Illythorak stood on the deck and peered out over the water. He knew it was time. 'Battle stations!' he cried. Even the recently deceased were disciplined enough not to question the order, and immediately manned their stations. It was only a second later that a Thanoi climbed up over the rail onto the ship. Illythorak and the Thanoi clashed weapons, and before the crew could come to his aid, more Thanoi did the same, giving each of the crewmen at least one creature to fight. Sansagroth was not used to fighting dead creatures. He impaled a thanoi on his harpoon only to have it swing and hit him in the jaw with its fist. He took the harpoon out and stabbed it again in the face, causing it to back up and then charge blindly at him. He proceeded to use his harpoon as a club, breaking the shoulder blade of the creature, hitting it in the throat, and finally sending it over the edge. Elenna and Illythorak fought side by side, both the epitome of power. Thanoi went flying, limbless, headless from their direction. Auschmal was combining fist fighting with his cutlass tactics, sending countless Thanoi back overboard. Suddenly, they felt the waver of magic, and all stopped, including the attacking thanoi. A grey mist rolled towards the ship. Sometimes, a creature would appear from it, a black robed or black armored figure with leathery wings sprouting from its back. Their red eyes gleamed in the moonlight. One stretched out its hand, enveloping a Thanoi in the mist, it writhed and burned, and suddenly disappeared. Illythorak motioned for the crew to back up. 'Lads....he killed it!' the black-furred minotaur spoke, awed. 'How can he kill it if its already dead?' Sansagroth asked skeptically. 'I..I don't know. Usually we batter and maim the creatures, but they'll eventually heal again...this...though, this beast -killed- the Thanoi!' The mist creatures began to slay the Thanoi one by one, ignoring the crew members. When all the thanoi were gone, the creatures reverted to mist form and the cloud rolled away. Author: Vargas Date Tue Aug 24 02:13:40 1999 Subject almost done Dealis bit down on her lower lip, contemplating, but Victor, the half-kender, trembled with fear. It was odd for him, a knight of valor, to show such emotion. Illythorak asked him what was wrong. 'The Gray...Doomsickle....Zoneseek....' was all Victor replied. -=Deadguy=- Author: Vargas Date Tue Aug 24 02:59:53 1999 Subject a cranky walrus Mondraiken sensed the presence before him. He was not happy. 'Who dares disturb the rest of Lord Mauhn'drakon, King of Betrayal, Keeper of the Vicious Circle?' the god asked, his voice booming. The creature was one of his children, a thanoi, dead for quite some time. Sensing the foul mood of his lord, the creature spoke. 'Lord, the attack on the Minions of the Nemesis was unsuccessful. A strange force arrived and killed our men.' Mondraiken's anger rose. He had been awakened for this? 'Give the men time to rest, they will be ready to attack soon enough' The thanoi's voice wavered. 'Y-you don't seem to...to understand, my Lord. They weren't injured...they were killed' Mondraiken's patience was on the verge of collapsing. None besides the gods could destroy the souls of men. 'Explain yourself.' 'A cloud...blacker than the heart of the Nemesis, Lord! It collapsed on itself and formed....creatures...terrible creatures, with black wings and red eyes that radiated pure evil! They enveloped our men in a mist..and..they were gone!' Mondraiken contemplated. He went over the planes in his mind. Where had he heard of such a creature? Gray. Yes...that was it. Creatures of the Gray. Trying to take Krynn for themselves, no doubt...well, he would see to it that didn't happen. 'Find someone who can establish contact with the plane Gray during my rest. I would like to arrange an audience with these creatures. Perhaps they share my vision of a perfect world...' The thanoi bowed, and left. A rustle of black wings. The searing pain of the mist. The red eyes gleaming with triumphant laughter. Victor sat up from where he rested, breathing heavily. They were here. Creatures of the Gray. He recalled Doomsickle, who had been stuck on Krynn by accident. He was powerful...extremely powerful. Tirolan was forced to destroy him on his own plane. Now they were here. And if they were here, there was a possibility they were on Krynn. On Krynn with transportation to and from their own plane. Mondraiken's soldiers had witnessed it. They also knew...Mondraiken would try to grasp Krynn for himself before the Gray could take over. Victor stared at the ceiling, whispering a prayer to Paladine. The War of the Rising Sea was just a prelude to the carnage yet to come... -=Vargass=-
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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