The Great Library of Palanthas

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Tranch' scribed in unearthly brown ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Tranch's book..


Author: Tranch Date: Thu Nov 5 23:35:18 2009 Subject Goblin hoards vs Fienab/Bonachili Tue Oct 26 18:12:11 2004 Tranch of the Red Eye clan was in a bloodthirsty mood this foul morning. It was the day of Rmeehr, and in the month of Gut-slash that meant only one thing... time for blood, preferably Solamnic or mageling. With a grin to his commander, who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of grog, he dashed out the front entrance of the tunnels with his bow in hand. A quick note in front of the Solamnic keep caught the squire doormans attention, perhaps it was the crude arrow that it was attached to, or the fact that it stuck into the door next to his head. As the young goblin ran out of town to his hiding spot he passed a young mage, at least the man was wearing clothing that seemed to mark him as such. Into the bushes Tranch lept, then quietly waited, and waited. The mage was coming down the road... BLOOD! It was a glorious day as arrow after arrow the goblin spat upon his victim.... but as the man fell, a guard spotted the young goblin and yelled out! After much ado the goblin found himself further down the road waiting again... A shining silver helm glinted in the sunlight just out of bowshot. The goblin began to rain death down upon the hapless knight, though the knight's armor prooved much more adequate than the mage before him, eventually the stings found their marks and he fell to the ground. (24 hours Fienab, 24 hours Bonachili, nothing from Fienab, stole Bowlachili's boots, oh, took arrows back) (Ps. 24 hours protection is from me and the Goblin Hoarde). Tranch of the Red eye clan. Author: Tranch Date: Thu Nov 5 23:35:41 2009 Subject Bahoogangeh, it's pronounced Mondraikenbled Wed Oct 27 17:32:39 2004 Tranch of the Red Eye Clan was in an even more bloodthirsty mood this fine morning. It was the day of Bahoogangeh, and in the month of Hot-Stink that meant only one thing... time for blood, any kind would do. With a grin to his still comatose commander, who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of grog, (though with a grin Tranch realized that the commander hadn't moved in a few weeks, perhaps the dagger?), he dashed out the front entrance of the tunnels with his bow in hand. The goblin was on a long hunt this day, for the very streets and paths seemed to be devoid of anything that would slake his bloodlust. After an arduous journey through the Solamnic plains, he found himself slipping quietly down the streets of a city near Solanthus. Distant cries and the clanging of battle brought him to his senses, perhaps something even more fun! As he glanced down side-street after side-street trying to pinpoint the noises, he finally happened upon a large minotaur grunting gleefully as it tore into the local guardsmen. To and fro the brute flailed, the guards falling to lifeless heaps at it's feet. After a moment of awe, and not a little jealous of the brutes power, Tranch decided to test out his brains over the beast's brawn. For, even if it came to the worst, he knew he could run faster than this hulking creature. The goblin began to rain arrow after arrow at the minotaur, who didn't seem to notice in his bloodlust. Finally the brute fell over in exhaustion and lay there panting. Sneaking quietly upon his victim, Tranch glanced down and noticed the beast had passed out from loss of blood. Carefully pulling his black arrows from it's hide, he staunched the bloodflow with the body of a guardsman and grabbed the minotaur's coin purse. (24 hours Mondraiken oh, took arrows back) (Ps. 24 hours protection is from me and the Goblin Hoarde). Tranch of the Red eye clan.

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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

Tachande
Tahmus
Takhisis
Taliesin
Talin
Talwin
Taman_Busuk
Tamfa
Tamgellin
Tamriel
Tanthalis
Tarantel
Targaard
Tariadal
Tarll
Tarnk
Tarones

Tarothin
Tarrian
Taur
Taurenthalas
Tavin
Tayraen
Teague
Tecla
Teldor
Tellumaelnor
Terrsa
Tesnos
Thaddeus
Thaeden
Thalijar
Thalor
Tharion

Thearn
Thelas
Thoras
Thrgen
Thyrix
Tiberius
Tilsivis
Tiroth
Tnaxz
Tobeo
Tobias
Toma
Torlith
Tourach
Tranch
Treikh
Trevalin

Treyen
Tridessa
Tristan
Trixel
Tsugaru
Tucha
Twistreed
Tymiss
Tyranael
Tyranisalath
Tyril
Tyrolan
Tywin

Astinus says 'There are 64 authors starting with the letter T who have stories in the Palanthas library.'
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