Ansalon - The DragonLance RPG MUD - The Library of Palanthas

The Grand Marble Portico of the Library of Palanthas

The Library of Palanthus stretches out before you. A series of ten wide marble steps lead up to a huge open marble portico, supported and sheltered by four large white columns. Ancient ivy, well tended, has grown up and around the columns and front face of the building. Three three-story wings can be seen, and two other buildings have been attached in recent times. To the south is the entrance, and to the north lies the street. You walk inside and are promptly lead to the office of Astinus.

Astinus Office

Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn. The librarian notices you aren't reading anything... Astinus hands a miniscule pocket book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Alenth' scribed in unearthly purple ink. As you glance down at the page you read...

From the pages of Alenth's book...

* * * * Ansalon Author: Alenth Date: Sat Jul 19 05:06:50 2008 Subject Alenth ------- Dusk fell slowly, the daylight dragging its fingers reluctantly accross the dead landscape as winter crept closer. Alenth sighed as he watched the light hang on the tips of the apple trees outside the modest ergothian house that had been in his family for generations. From inside the house, a servant called: "Master Alenth? It's time." Alenth turned slowly, his youthful face carved from stone. "Indeed" He walked inside, pushing aside the rough curtain. Inside, lying prone on the bed, her skin streatched and thin, lay an old woman. Wasted away, at first glance she looked dead, but as he watched closely, Alenth saw that her chest still slowly rose and fell, as her body struggled to live. It wouldn't be much longer. Alenth knelt beside the bed, grasphing one of the claw-like hands in his own. "Mother, I'm here." The woman turned slightly, looking at him with unseeing eyes. "Jarod? Is that you?" Alenth winced. His father had been dead for several years now. If she believed him alive, the end must be near. "No mother, it's me, Alenth. Your son." Her eyes seemed to twitch a bit at his voice. "Oh Jared, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have, but he was so handsome...the knight from Solamnia....uth Kein, his name was. I was so lonely while you were away....I'm sorry Jarod...At least now, we have our son...Alenth is a fine boy, and there's no reason for any of the neighbors to know...." Alenth froze, hearing his mother's impossible words. With a final shudder, her body lay still. He rose and left without a word, saddled his horse, put on his sword, and headed East, towards Solamnia. Somewhere, his father's blood called to him. * * * * Ansalon Author: Alenth Date: Thu Aug 7 03:54:38 2008 Subject Alenth: The quest (pt 1) ------- Alenth sneezed as the dust from the faded manuscript floated past his face. Another barely readable lineage chart, dating back almost to the cateclysm. He rubbed his eyes with a dusty knuckle and glanced at the candle set on the side of his desk, safely away from the documents. He had already been looking for over two hours after he should have been asleep on the uncomfortable cot allocated to squires. The room at least had a desk now, one of the priviliages of being a Clerist in training, but not much else in the way of comforts. He sighed as he looked at the candle again, mentally calculating how long he would have to sleep. One more hour shouldn't be too much of a problem. The halls of the clerists were empty now, and the knighthood seemed sometimes to be shrinking. Alenth was alone in these empty corridors more often than not, a matter of some concern, what with the rumors of armies to the East. He turned back to the faded manuscript and began to trace the liniage inscribed there, searching for the name of his father. The line ran through various names, but there was no mention of uth Kein anywhere. It was as if the name had never existed. Perhaps he had heard his mother wrong. He moved the document over and started on the next stack, not noticing as the candle burned lower and lower.

He states simply 'You might start with that one... Or ...', he continues,

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