The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Yazston.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 large tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Yazston' scribed in glowing yellow ink.
Author: Yazston Date: Sat Apr 4 14:23:28 2009 Subject Target Practice Closing the battered spellbook with a sigh, the young mage could still picture the runes for the spell he was trying to memorize. "It's a simple invocation. I have seen it casted many times, but why can I not seem to grasp it?" Yazston laughes to himself "If it was that simple of an invocation, then you should have mastered it by now, Split-plow." Thinking back to the time he has used an old plow as a target for the first spell he learned, which split the handle from the rest of the plow, which had earned him that nickname from his eldest sibling. Now standing in a small ring created by a late spring lightning strike the year before, he looks at a burnt cedar tree as the target for the spell he is working on. Opening the spell book again to re-read the runes, Yazston prepares to cast the spell. He closes the spellbook and puts it safely away. Closing all outside influences out of his mind, he began to call upon the runes from memory. "Cepat Api Anak Ayun!" Yazston watches in amazement as a fire dart forms at his finger tip before igniting itself into a flash of flame that rolls over his extended arm and back over his head. "Well, thats been a better casting thus far, at least this time it completely formed before it blew up. Time to go back to research to see where I am going wrong." Heading back to the school near Solace, Yazston gently puts a few stray embers out that were clinging to his robes and trying to figure out how he was going to explain the missing eyebrows and patches of hair to the Master this time. Author: Yazston Date: Tue Apr 7 20:38:45 2009 Subject A matter of understanding After putting the final embers out of his somewhat battered robes, Yazston finally reached his destination, the local mage school near Solace. Having nearly incinerated himself with his last miscasting, he felt that he should speak with the Master a bit to find out what he was doing incorrectly. The spell was not complex, nor was it that powerful, so it should be well within his ability to cast. Waiting outside the Master's study, Yazston vainly tried to make his singed hair look presentable, but it would not comply. After what seemed like hours, the door opened itself and a strong baritone voice called out, "Come in, Yazston." Slowly entering the study, with his hands folded into the arms of his robes, as was proper when speaking to a superior, Yazston walked in with his eyes on the floor. "Greetings Master, I would like to have a word with you abo..." "Just a moment Yazston, there is someone here that I would like for you to meet" interupts the Master of the school. "I give you Highmaster Elinos. He has come from the Tower of Wayreth to discuss the taking of a possible apprentice from the school." Blinking in surprise at both the news and the personage before him, Yazston could only bow. You do the school an honor for your visit, Highmaster Elinos." intoned a slightly puzzled Yazston. Author: Yazston Date: Thu Apr 16 00:43:19 2009 Subject Food of thought Standing in the study of the Master mage of the school, Yazston was confused as to why Highmaster Elinos was doing in the back water town of Solace. "Certainly there were more students for him in his native Silvanost or the realm of Silvanesti, so why did he come here?" thought a perplexed Yazston. "I come from the Tower of Wayreth, Yazston. I am here at the behest of the Head of the Conclave, Par-Salian. He wishes to see that the spark of magic is not lost, so we are to tend that spark with as much care as we may." "While I tend to take Silvanesti under my tutelage, I go forth and find worthy persons to bring within the fold of the Orders. It makes no matter to me of their allegance to the gods of magic, but they MUST make a choice." Nodding slowly to the Highmaster, Yazston felt like a novice again, on his first day of mage school. "I understand that Master Elinos. I have read the codex of the Order while I attended my studies here." Beginning to bow himself out of the conversation, Yazston is caught by surprise with what is said next by the Master of the school, "Yazston, I intend sending yourself and one other student to study further in the Tower of Wayreth. You have surpassed all of the teaching that I can provide here. As such I have given your assessments to the Highmaster to be looked over by the Conclave. May the Three watch over the both of you on your journey." "I am honored for your praise, Master, but I do not believe I am ready for this honor..." "That is why you are going, Yazston. You do not believe your worthy. Your own humility will prove to be a strength in the future... provided you survive your Testing. Farewell, Yazston."
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 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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