The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Indigo.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Indigo' scribed in glowing green ink.
Author: Indigo Date Mon Feb 20 21:15:29 2006 Subject A Sleeping Giant Awakens
Indigo sat in his study, the same room where countless Lords of House Ebonhorn had sat for countless centuries. He pondered the past and the future and his mighty brow was deeply furrowed. It had been an interesting affair in the Hall of Emperors that evening. A storm had raged within the vast hall, and not for the first time in it's long and august history. Once again the High Throne of Mithas sat vacant, waiting for the right Minotaur to ascend those marble steps and accept the chism of kings. Once again Minotaur confronted Minotaur, sparring for the post when instead they should be standing united and conquering Krynn. He sighed. Such seemed to be the fate of the Chosen of Sargonnas Just when it looked like they were on the brink of true greatness something always seemed to happen which brought an end to their vast potential. At least this night bloodshed in the Hall had been averted. It was sacriledge to defile that grand place with brother slaying brother. That's what the Collesium was for. Even the Collesium though had suffered from long neglect. It's stones were crumbling and in places had tumbled. The structure had become unsound and unsafe for the crowds to watch. Not like there was anything much to watch these days. Pathetic, scrawny slaves fighting to the death for scraps of mouldy food. Truly, a pathetic spectacle. Relegated to history were the days when Oliphants, huge Ogres and captured Knights had fought each other to the roaring applause of the mob. Indigo still remembered the last time he had gone. He had been but a child but his father had taken him, knowing it would be one of the last good matches. The thrill of the chase, the moment of the kill had thrilled him and made his blood race in excitement. The applause of the crowd had echoed off the stands. It had been a deafening noise and his head had swam with the shared bloodlust of his brethren. In that place, at that moment, they had been one. They were united then and nothing seemed impossible. But of course it had to end, as always. The Emperor had led a fleet to Ansalon to reap new captives for the Games. His father had gone too. No one ever knew what happened for certain but the wreckage that washed up on shore a few days later had told the tale well enough. All hands, the entire fleet of a dozen stout war vessels, lost at sea to a freak storm. His mother had been shattered. She never recovered and died a year later, not rising from her death bed for the last 6 months. She had mourned his loss unto her death. Leaving Indigo to fend for himself. He had his wits, his too young sword arm, a vast household to maintain and two younger sisters to look out for. The only person he could trust had been Eldren, an outcast Elf who had chosen to serve his father. Eldren had trained his Grandfather in the Art of War, then his father, then Indigo. He had taught Indigo every trick he knew, and they had been many indeed. It was a good thing too for he ended up needing every one of them to stay alive. When he was sixteen he, his sisters and Eldren had gone for a hike in the country surrounding their estate. It was then, while the small group was unarmed, they had been beset by a group of Minotaurs. Indigo was never certain why, but he suspected they feared he would use his family's ancient lineage and title to lay claim to the vacant Throne. He had as much claim as any other and more than most. More than one of his ancestors had been Emperor and many who were not were still very powerful Lords of their times. His siters had been slain and if Eldren hadn't sacrificed himself at the last moment he would have been also. But he had survived, grievously wounded and near dead, but he had survived and slain his first foe. As he held Eldren's butchered form in his arms and thanked him he understood then what sacrifice was, what duty was, what noble honor meant. He had fought back the tears. They had no place in the world of the Minotaur.
Author: Indigo Date Mon Feb 20 21:50:01 2006 Subject A Sleeping Giant Awakens Part 2
The ancient Dark Elf's last words had been cryptic then, but he knew now what they meant. The Elf must have been part seer. 'Claim your right' he had murmured as the light left his blue eyes. Indigo knew now what he had meant. The Great Throne of Mithas. It made him nervous as nothing else in this life could, the thought of being responsible for every single Minotaur life from the most powerful noble to the newest infant. The Empire was in shambles. To restore it physicly was one thing but it needed more than steel and stone, more than a good sword arm and sacrifice. The people were mentaly defeated. To rectify that would take a miracle. He took a deep breath and stood up. Walking over to the painting of his father he gazed upon it, looking for guidance in the stern brown eyes and noble features. He looked upon his father's massive ebon horns, the hallmark of his line. His father's had spanned three feet. Indigo fingered his own. A paltry two feet, maybe more. A mere shadow of the Lord who had been his idol. Do I dare father ? Do I truly have the right ? It takes more than an old bloodline to make a great Emperor, and that's what they needed. A Minotaur who could rally and hearten his people, make them again the bold and daring adventurers and corsairs of old. He looked deep into his father's eyes, tried to hear him across the gulf of Death. For a moment he hesitated, then something inside him changed. He knew the answer. He knew what must be and how to do it. For the sake of his people, for his family and for himself, he must dare it. He would dream the impossible dream, fight the unbeatable foe, bear that which was unbearable. He should, and would, dare anything if it meant giving his people the most precious thing they had lost. Hope. He roared for his servants, his voice louder than it ever had been. It echoed down the empty halls and in moment he heard startled footsteps running to him. When they arrived he began to pen his orders. Giving them to the servants he sent them out in the middle of the night to carry their Lord's commands to the masons and carpenters, the nobles and the High Court. After they had left he stormed about the study, hammering his fist into his open hand. His blood began to boil, his heart raced and he knew then the same excitement he had known as a child in the arena. Now he would be in the thick of it though, not a mere spectator. He was putting everything on the line and he knew it. His estate, his heritage and even his own life. He stopped and laughed aloud, his mirth ringing down the silent hallways of his ancestors. He cared not if he died and lost everything. For the chance to awaken his people form their stupor he would risk anything and be glad for the bargain. He hammered his fist down onto the old marble table top he stood beside. It shattered into a hundred shards which slashed his hand. He didn't notice. The bloodlust was upon him and he howled with glee at the future. He dared it, defied it to flee from him. He would hunt down his people's destiny and wrestle it into submission if he must, but his people WOULD have their glory back, their honor, their lives. By Sargonnas' left nut they would not be denied ! Not again. Never again ! When his servants returned they found him in his study, drawing plans for the renovations of the Collesium to which he had dedicated the last of his family's wealth. He would spend it all to make that hallowed place what it had been in centuries past. They still had the knowledge and skill, they just needed the finances and motivation. A Game for the Throne would inspire and if needed he would empty his family's coffers to finance it. No price was too great, and it must be completed in a month. He would carry the stones himself if he had to. It would be as it once was, he swore it to himself, his ancestors and to Sargonnas. No, he thought. Not as it was. Better.
Author: Indigo Date Wed Feb 22 10:05:32 2006 Subject That Which Binds
The sun over Nethosak was burning hot and bright and hung high in the air overhead, scorching the backs of those who toiled at the Collesium as they laboured to repair the great edifice to it's former glory in preparation for the Great Game which would determine the new Emperor. Promoted by the nobility and sanctioned by the High Court it would be the greatest specatcle seen in many a year and every Minotaur on Mithas and Kothas would be there to cheer on their favourite and to witness the accension the victor to the Great Throne. Shopkeepers nearby were also repairing their stores and importing new supplies in anticipation of the vast crowd which would gather. Indigo paused for a moment, resting the massive stone black he carried on his shoulder as he surveyed the scene before him. The Minotaur Master Masons chiseled and chipped away at the stones, shaping them from lumps of nothing into works of art. Their keen eyes and hands were slowly breathing new life into the ancient structure. It will be tight thought Indigo but it would be ready. Everyone, from the most noble Minotaur noble to the lowliest slave were working on it, and many were double shifting to make it happen. Slowly but inexorably a dream was becoming reality. Everyone, even the slaves, had been energised by the project and worked with a light heart. The nobles who normally disdained such manual labour worked alongside their houehold slaves because they saw in this work the noble spirit of their which had forged the Minotaur Empire. The slaves worked with a passion too, seeing this as not only a change from the dreary lives of yesterday but also as a way to show their masters that they could be more than simple slaves or pets, that they too had something of worth to contribute. Indigo shifted the load on his shoulder and strode over to the Mason for whom this roughly shaped rock destined. In his hands it would become one of the many pieces of statuary which would adorn the Collesium. As he set it down the enormous gong was struck, indicating it was time for all to stop working and rest for a bit to recover their strength and refresh themselves. He had insisted from the start that all who worked on this project, even the slaves, be given ample time to rest and be well fed. It was back breaking labour, even for a Minotaur, and to ensure both morale and stamina it was essential all be treated decently and not worked to death. It was more economical this way. Exhausted workers made mistakes and worked more slowly. Well rested and fed workers enjoyed their job more, were more creative and less likely to err. Also, it was cheaper to feed and rest them than to import new slaves to replace those who died. So far not one person had been killed. A few minor injuries but considering how many were working here and the nature of their tasks it was impressive to have such a record. Resting in the shade of an ancient oak he drew a drought from a flagon of water. He looked around and saw Dwarven, Elven and human slaves talking quietly amongst themselves. The Minotaur nobles sat in a giant pavillion or lounged under the trees and like Indigo quaffed simple water, waiting until after the day was done to drink their fine wines. Sighing contentedly he leaned back into the cool bark and closed his eyes. At that moment he heard footsteps approach and a rough voice spoke to him, 'Lord Indigo ? May I have a moment of your time sir ? ' He sighed. So much for rest he thought. Opening his eyes he saw before him an ancient Dwarf who stood on one leg, the other being a crude wooden prosthetic limb. Indigo had seen him hobbling about the site helping where he could, always trying to do whatever he could despite being a cripple. 'Aye slave, you may. What is your need ? Water ? Food ? Name it and you shall have it. ' he replied. 'I require neither Lord, ' he said. 'I'd like to show you something. If you have a moment it's right over there. ' he said and pointed to a small lump of rocks sitting beside a campfire.
Author: Indigo Date Wed Feb 22 10:35:15 2006 Subject That Which Binds, Part 2
Indigo looked at the rocks, then back at the Dwarf. Why not he thought and nodded to the slave and rose. They walked over to the fire and the old Dwarf pointed proudly at a huge hammer nearby. 'Go ahead Lord Indigo, take the hammer and try to seperate the stones. '. Indigo looked at the rocks and noticed they had been mortared together. He looked again at the Dwarf who nodded at him. Indigo shrugged and picked up the hammer. Not knowing what the Dwarf wanted but being willing to humour the slave he lifted the tool overhead and brought it down on the mortar seam. Nothing happened. The rocks wobbled around a bit but the seam held. 'Try again Lord, ' said the Dwarf. Curious now Indigo did, this time using all his vast strength. Still, the rocks stayed joined. Surprised, he struck again, and again. Nothing. The mortar wouldn't break. He looked at the Dwarf in amazement. 'What is this Dwarf ? Are these stones bound with magic ? ' he asked. The old Dwarf laughed heartily. 'Nay my Lord, not magic. Science. When I was young I was a Master Mason in Thorbardin. My Master taught me the secrets of Chemics and it is that which I applied to this mortar. A while ago I found some very strange sand in the cliffs near my Lord's home. I've been experimenting with it and it seems that it makes a most excellent mortar. It takes longer to prepare than normal mortar but I think you will agree the results are most impressive. '. Indigo looked again at the stones. Impressive indeed. 'With it we won't need to replace as many of these old stones as we had at first thought, Lord, ' he continued. 'Instead we can uses this mortar to repair them without having to move them. It can be applied as a plaster, smoothed and shaped, and when dried it can even be painted if you wish adding colour and wonder to this beautiful old stone stadium. ' Indigo called over a Minotaur called Herlen and told him to smite the stones. Herlen was probably the most powerfull Minotaur alive but very slow witted. He wasn't a good soldier due to his minimal mental faculties but he was popular nonetheless. Herlen picked up the hammer and smote the stones, striking so hard the hammer's head shattered. Herlen looked at the stump of wood he held in his hand, confused. Indigo laughed aloud and slapped Herlen on the back in joy. Picking up the old Dwarf he tossed him high in the air much to his distress. Catching him again he set him down and looked him in the eyes. 'My friend, this day you have earned your freedom. You have saved us countless hours of labour and with this creation the Collesium shall be stronger and more beautiful than ever it was of old. ' said Indigo. The Dwarf looked stunned. 'Freedom ? . The unfamilliar word rolled awkwardly off his tongue. 'Freedom ? ' he said again and slowly a light began to gleam in his eyes. 'Aye, Master Mason. It will be tough to get the High Court to concent but I will make them understand the priceless value of your contribution. You will be able to return to your home if you so desire. ' The old Dwarf sat down, still in shock, and shook his head. 'Nay, Lord, I shall not return. I have lived here for almost 400 years and know no other home. I love my fellow Dwarves who live here and cannot leave them. My children live here. They were born here, into slavery, and know no other life. I won't leave them behind for all the jewels of Thorbardin. ' he said and sighed. Indigo thought a moment, then nodded. 'So be it, you shall remain, but as a free man. I shall buy you a home, with my own money, and purchase your children that they may live with you there. You shall pass on your knowledge of these Chemics to them and in time, MAYBE, they might earn their freedom too. I make no promises however. Only time will tell how their lives will unfold. '
Author: Indigo Date Wed Feb 22 10:53:19 2006 Subject That Which Binds, Part 3
The old Dwarf stood and bowed low to Indigo. 'I only wished to save my brethren toil and labour with this, Lord. You do me an honour I can never repay. From this day forth me and my kin are at your service until the Final Day. ' 'And my family will hold you to that, down the ages yet uncounted. For now though, rest my friend. Rest your old bones and enjoy this hour, the first of your new life. ' Indigo turned about and walked to the pavillion where the High Court rested from their labours under the harsh noon sun. He brought them over to the old Dwarf and his miracle mortar and with a new hammer had Herlen strike again and again until the hammer broke. Then another hammer, and another. The nobles were stunned. None had ever seen anything like this. Indigo called for a special meeting of the High Court, an Emmancipation Court, which had not been called for in centuries. It would hear the case for freeing the old Dwarf and while it would be turbulent, Indigo was confident it would succeed. The nobles were shocked but they assented to the call, the undeniable value of the mortar plain for all to see. The Collesium would not only be fully repaired it would be complete ahead of schedule now saving time and money. It would also allow them to embelish it in ways undreamed of at first and make it superior to what it had been. The ancient Collesium would become the new nexus of the Empire, it's new heart and soul. In it the Minotaurs would again share a common bond, find a new common spirit and a new strength which had been lacking for so many years. When the break was over and work began again everyone, especially the Dwarves, worked with renewed vigor. The Dwarves sang an ancient Dwarven work song as they toiled and their deep undulating voices entwined with the sound of hammer on stone. Indigo toiled away alongside slave and noble and hummed happily to himself. Yes, he thought, we will become one again. We will overcome our past. With a blessing from above our people will be bound together again like the stone of the Collesium. Into the night they worked, each looking forward to a day not far off when they could behold their completed project and enjoy the fruits of their labours.
Author: Indigo Date: Sat Nov 11 10:00:00 2006 Subject Journey's End, I
Indigo squinted as he gazed skyward into a clear azure sky. The sun was bright and warm this far south, the sky almost cloudless and the wind slight and refreshing. He lowered his gaze and looked ahead trying to scrye their path through this last part of the mountains. He knew they were nearing their destination but as yet they still only saw mountains. Laying a hand upon his chest he felt the light bulk of the package strapped there and felt proud that he had been chosen to retreive it, to bring it home after being lost for so many centuries. It had been a very long and dangerous journey, one that had nearly cost him his life on more than a few occasions but in the end he had found it and defeated it's owner. That had been the most dangerous part of this whole ordeal. He didn't think he had killed the creature but he had at least disabled it enough to allow entry to a vast chamber where it had housed it's hoard of treasure. Gold, silver and steel trinkets and baubles had nearly blinded him with their brilliance but he had ignored them all and searched until he found that seemingly worthless bundle of silksteel. With joy in his heart he had gently picked it up and hurriedly left all the rest behind. Crowns, sceptres, magical weapons and armour, chests of coins and bars of bullion held no sway over him. Only his prize, the object of his quest, held his gaze and once in his hands he secured it to his torso for safety and made haste to depart lest his foe reform and assault them again. Indigo wasn't sure if he would be able to defeat the undead Ogre mage again. Hours passed and as they crested a small rise they beheld a wonderful sight. On the other side the ground fell away sharply into a valley and there like some dark jewel lay the end of his travels. The city of the Dark Queen, Neraka, lay only a short distance off now and with luck they would be within the safety of it's walls before nightfall. Picking out a small game trail leading down the slope they moved with haste down into the blasted and broken rock of the valley and onto the rubble strewn road leading to Neraka's south gate. Once upon the road they made swift progress and soon the southern wall of Neraka could be seen, a distant bump on the horizon. Another hour and they would be safe. At that moment the sunlight faded and looking up Indigo felt his blood run cold as fear wormed it's way into his heart. The others of his small band saw it too and, made of lesser stuff than their Emperor, let out a wail of dismay. Obviously, the Ogre mage had not been slain and now he was upon them with allies in tow. Indigo yelled at his command breaking the magical fear and as the undead mage descended towards them upon his undead dragon they all ran faster than they had ever run before. Indigo knew it was futile and, as he yelled at his troops to make for the city he stopped running and stood his ground. He knew it would ignore them and come for him for he bore the prize. If nothing else he would at least buy his men the time they needed to reach safety. Hefting the waraxe of his ancient line in his capable hands he waited for the screaming skeletal beast to come closer. Raising his weapon overhead Indigo quicklythrew it and the runecarved weapon flew through the air to strike a killing blow directly to the mage's head. A killing blow to something that was alive anyway. This Ogre had been dead for centuries however. The blow snapped it's head back and threw it from it's mount and the abomination landed on it's feet facing Indigo. The dragon swiftly turned and went after the fleeing troops while the mage stood and faced the Minotaur Emperor, a hideous grin on it's split face. With one yank it pulled the axe free and hurled it back at Indigo who deftly caught the spinning blade as it sliced through the air towards his own head. The mage howled in fury and now Indigo smiled darkly. The waraxe was his by right, it had served his family for ages and it was impossible for the axe to injure it's rightful owner. They were as one.
Author: Indigo Date: Sat Nov 11 10:37:57 2006 Subject Journey's End, II
The mage moved closer and Indigo backed away slightly. He knew this mage was beyond his skill alone, even armed with such a powerful weapon. He had been lucky before but this time luck would have no place. Suddenly the mage's hands crackled with and as he flung it toward Indigo the Minotaur dove to one side as far as his powerful legs would take him. He avoided most of the blast but was caught by a small part of it and his brain was wrapped in pain as the dark energy sapped some of his energy. Instead of rolling out of his dive cleanly Indigo fell to the ground and slid in a heap to a standstill. His legs were still wreathed in crackling black energy and had gone numb and the Ogre, sensing his prey was imoblised, grinned hideously as he approached. Indigo saw a small window of opportunity as he realised the mage's arrogance was bringing him into melee range. Even after living for centuries it was still a foolish Ogre. Feigning being senseless he waited for the mage to step just a bit closer and when only a few feet away Indigo lunged as best he could and swept the axe in a vicious arc. The blow struck true and the mage screamed in agony as the blade's enchantments scythed through his torso, rending the magicly kept bones and the energies that held them together. As the undead Ogre's cleanly bisected body began to seperate the fell creature smote Indigo upon the shoulder and he felt some dark spike enter his soul. Flung backward by the blow the massive Minotaur fell to the ground and lay motionless. As he began to lose consciousness Indigo heard the insane roar of the undead dragon as it raced back to it's master's aid. Came damned close he thought. At least he had brought it this far. If the mage was disabled and gone then maybe his soldiers, if any had survived the dragon, might return and take the prize back to the Empire where it belonged. Blackness took him then and he slipped into oblivion with a last sigh. He expected to see Sargonnas or something like an afterlife but his next impression was of a dim light. Without thinking Indigo opened his eyes and found himself gazing into the eyes of Grisov, Nightmaster and Lord of the Temple of Sargonnas. The look of concern on Grisov's face instantly vanished, to be replaced by joy and relief. He placed a hand quickly to his Emperor's chest to feel the strength of his heartbeat and nodded in satisfaction. Smiling he told Indigo to rest and sleep. Without further ado Indigo fell back into unconsciousness, this time into a natural sleep. When he awoke he looked about and saw not only the Grisov but Tharion and Caius as well. All three watched him anxiously and quickly approached him when they saw he had awakened. Words of welcome poured from them and as Indigo sat up in bed he was glad to returned to them. He had been gone two years on his quest and had not said a word when he had left. Sargonnas had decreed that he leave instantly with only enough time to gather his axe and a few loyal soldiers. He had often wondered how the Empire had fared in his absence and had always longed to return home but his god had sent him on this quest and finish it he would, at any cost. Quickly they told him what had happened. When the wallguards of the city had seen the undead black dragon they had immediately sent word to the Temple of Takhisis and the High Cleric had stormed to the walls in rage. Indigo had just fallen and the dragon was returning to destroy him when the Cleric of Takhisis mounted the wall. Seeing the once beautiful child of the Dark Lady turned into such an abomination he had raised his hands to the sky and beseached his Queen to retake her child into her arms. The sky had been rent asunder and the dragon had screamed as the Mistress took her child back. Chemosh had twisted her child but it was still her child and her grip was stronger. She ripped it from the Dead God and with a howl the beast returned to the side of it's mother. In a heartbeat it was over.
Author: Indigo Date: Sat Nov 11 11:10:42 2006 Subject Journey's End, Finis
In the aftermath Grisov, Tharion and Caius had raced out of the city to find that the Minotaurs they had seen belonged to their Emperor's household and that the only apparent casualty was the Emperor himself. Hurriedly the Nightmaster had woven his magic and with the aid of Sargonnas had taken the mortal wound caused by the wrath of the Ogre mage from him. Indigo had lain in bed for over a week, lost in the limbo between life and death. His comrades had not known if he would survive or ultimately fail and fade into history but his will to live, and the grace of Sargonnas, had compelled him to and now they were reunited in the city of the Dark Queen. They pelted him with questions about his absence but, as much as he wanted to answer them, the geas placed upon him by Sargonnas still prevented him from disclosing the nature of his quest. All he could tell them was that his departure had been neccessary and for the good of the Empire. His task was almost complete. Once returned to their home then he would be able to tell them all but for now he could say nothing. They nodded in silent acceptance but Indigo could tell they were not satisfied. He enquired about the status of the Empire and was dismayed when told that after he had vanished they had stayed for a time but that the Empire had begun to decay almost immediately. Tharion had gone in search of the Lady of Knight for reasons known only to him and Grisov and Caius had eventualy left to seek their Emperor and implore him to return. The Empire had begun to spiral into disarray and only a short time ago a Minotaur had usurped the Blood Throne. From there bad got worse. They told Indigo of shades upon the street and chaos in the Palace. The Collesium had begun to decay in neglect and the populace had fallen into despair. Indigo listened and was dismayed. After a moment of silence he told them to ready themselves. In the morn, healthy or no, he would depart for the Empire and he wished them to accompany him. He had been gone too long and now had to fight his way home. Fury brewed in his heart at the thought of another upon his Throne and his eyes smouldered with the wrath he would bring to this fool. They nodded and Tharion spoke then, telling Indigo that before they departed they should meet with the Lady Ayasana for she was in Neraka and might be able to render aid. Indigo nodded and rising from bed told Tharion to lead the way. As they walked he felt the parcel upon his chest and was glad the old customs were still being honoured. They had left him clothed as they had found him for ancient Minotaur custom held the Emperor's bod to be inviolate until a week after he had died. They had not touched him other than to heal him and his prize was still intact and unknown to them. Through the city he led them, coming eventualy to the Temple of Takhisis. They entered the vast and dark halls and after a few turns Tharion knocked softly upon a huge oaken door. A voice from within beckoned them to enter and upon doing so Indigo found himself gazing once again into the eyes of the Baroness Ayasana, Lady of Night and loyal servant of Sargonnas' consort the Dark Queen Takhisis. She rose from behind a desk strewn with papers and bowed slightly. The Emperor of the Blood Empire bowed deeply in return and after a few brief pleasantries they all sat and began to discuss the future. Vowes were made, alliances struck and a viable plan of action formulated. Although Takhisis and Sargonnas had some differences in the end their general objectives matched and so their servants also found common ground and realised that they could help themselves by helping each other. Since he had met this small human at his coronation Indigo had felt she had strength and honour that matched or exceeded many a Minotaur and had always thought that she and her servants would be admirable allies.
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