The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Xhanfest.
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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Xhanfest' scribed in vibrant brown ink.
Author: Xhanfest Date: Thu Jan 1 04:25:52 2009 Subject Rise of the Shorn One The screams of a dying elf maiden tore through the air. The citizens of Qualinesti cringed at every one of her terrible screams. For the elves, the birth of a new child was one for celebration and merriment. Yet for this one, none was had. For the half-breed that was sewn in the young elf princesses womb was despised of by all. The elfen princess cried out as her child was born," do not kill my baby!" She screamed that until her last breath left. For when the child was born many of the Qualinesti could not believe what they saw. Hazel eyes looked out from a Onyx skinned face, faint whisps of Silvery-blue hair matted to the top of its skull. The collective elves gasped at what they saw. Many shouts erupted from the throats of elder elves who demanded its death, others argued at what mix it really was. Yet one among them knew, one among them knew the Elven Princesses darkest secret. A few months prior to the birth, the elf princess and her maiden adventured out into the wilds bording their land. Through that adventure the princess fell in love with a rather peculiar half breed. The father of the child was revealed to the maiden to be half-ogre, and half-dargonesti sea elf. How such combination came about none knew, yet the face of the man captivated the elf princess. Continuing on their adventure together, the elf maid, the princess, and the half ogre fought goblin bands and saught out untold richest. Yet later on the princess discovered she was with child. Terror struck her and her maid, for what was becoming in her womb. The father continuously argued that he would take the child and raise it if her people would not. Yet she desired herself and her child back to Qualinsti, a place which the father could n not go. So they fled from his company. Sorrow filled the elf princess's heart at abandoning the man she loved, yet the fear of not returning to her homeland struck her worse. Later on after the birth of the child, and the deliberation of the Speaker and the others it was decided that the child be taken back to the father, and that the maiden would be the one to deliver him. Yet by decree of the Speaker, the elf maiden and the child were to be exiled from Qualinesti lands under pain of death. So with a heavy heart the maiden took the child to his father. Years later, when the child grew into a young man, he found his affinity for magick. He told his father of his new powers and his father began to teach him what lore he knew. Yet their came the day when both Son and Father's legacy caught up to them. Men from a local village disdained having half-breeds living so close to them, hating both the ogre, and the elven, sides to them. So the men gathered themselves in great numbers and sought out the father and son. Catching them unawared, the father bade the son to flee as the men burst through the front of the house. The father fought hard to defend his son from the men, using both mage lore and blade to stop the men. Yet soon the men retreated and began to fire flaming arrows into the house and upon it. One such arrow caught the father above ribcage. With his father slowly dying, and the thatch on the house catching, the son bowed to his father and began to pray to Lunitari for the power to take them far away from here. Suddenly, both the father and son were enveloped in ruby colored flame, and their perception of reality changed for an instant. When their vision returned, they found themselves in a rocky clearing before the High Clerist Tower. Looking down at his father, his father began to become enveloped in the same ruby fire that had taken them here. Before he could utter a word the weight of his father left the son and his father vanished. Thus, the son, Xhanfest walked into the world of man. Author: Xhanfest Date: Sun Jan 4 17:09:31 2009 Subject Knife of Dracart/Rise of Wolf Clan The roar of the charging ogres dimmed the challenges of the human defenders. Fifty strong, the ogres charged the line of humans outside of the village. Screams from within the village could be heard, a faint blue glow emanating from within the town square. Tendrils of smoke wafted in the air, remains of the ogre's previous attack. Strewn among the ground were dozens of goblin corpses, victims of the Chieftan's decision of a grunt rush prior to the main attack. Yet the end result of their charge gave the advantage to the ogres. Weakened by the goblin assault, the defenders had little respite before the next wave hit. Xhanfest stood among his warriors, looking over each and every one of the Wolf Clan's mighty warriors. Long had he led this clan, waring with other clans had honed these warriors for the fighting they now faced. Leading the assault head on, he exhaulted in the chaos around him warriors tearing the human defenders apart with their blades, other ripping men limb from limb with their bare hands. This was the kind of thrill he lived for. As the music of battle whirled all around him, Xhanfest charged ahead of his clan, running straight for the heart of the town, where the woman and children wher being kept. He spotted the women and children hiding in the main hert of the village, cowering behind the flimsy wooden barricade erected to defend them against possible foes. Focusing his will on barricade, he drew an herb from a sack hanging from his belt, grinding it in his fingers he threw it at the house. Thin cracks popped into the energized air. Whisps of smoke traveled up from the base of the yert. He watched as the wood of the yert caught in his blue magical flame. He reached behind his back and wrapped one massive hand around the hilt of his bastard sword. Screams of women and children filled the air as the yert blazed with blue flame. Ogres poured into the town square, matts of flesh and hair covering their weapons, what remained of the town's defenders. Looking around at the devastation, satisfied Xhanfest strode over to one house off to the side of the village and ripped off the wooden door. Kneeling inside he began to search the house for any parchment. Whilst consumed with his search, commotion erupted from the village center. Ogres argued as a human survivor was found in a nearby abode. Hearing the commotion outside, Xhanfest withdrew from his search and walked over to two ogres holding a bloodied solamnic knight in between them, peering down at the wounded man he knew his injuries would claim the life of this one soon. Kneeling down to the knight, Xhanfest stretched one massive arm down and grasped the knight by the throat," Where is the order?" The knight's eyes glowed with a faint blue light, mirroring the Chieftan's very own. "Where is the order!", roared Xhanfest. Mumbling incoherently, the knight was thrown to the grown. Scrambling away from the giant ogre the knight did not make it a few inches before a massive booted foot smashed down against his knee, You know of which order I am speaking of human." Screaming in agony, the knight finally divulged the location of the order. Reaching up and unclasping his bastard sword, Xhanfest swung down, decapitating the knight. "My Wolves, we have a hunt." Fifty ogres roared as they surrounded their Chieftain. "Find these orders, there written of fancy white parchment. Ogres tore through the village looking for the orders their Chieftain commanded them to find. Finally, after hours of searching, one ogre returned bearing a white parchment roll. Breaking the seal, Xhanfest read through the orders furiously. Finished reading the parchment, he rolled his head back and roared into the air, summoning his clan. After the last of the ogres assembled, Xhanfest began telling them in ogrespeech of a knife lost by the Dragonarmies, and how so many are hunting for it. My clan, roared Xhanfest," We hunt now, for this human knife, in honor of our god, and our clan! The Wolf clan charged out of the ruined village heading for the first rumored location written on the parchment. Each one hungry for the hunt, yet Xhanfest had more than the hunt in his intentions for the knife.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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