The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aesil.

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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aesil' scribed in deep brown ink.

Author:    Aesil          
Date:      Fri Oct 30 02:10:04 2015
Subject     Returning Home, pt. 1

It has been a long road for the half-elf. Following his father's death, Aesil left the keep to pursue his dreams of following his father's footsteps by joining the Knights of Solamnia. He traveled across the Plains of Solamnia, from keep to keep, asking his father's friends to take him as a squire. All he found at these keeps was a cold shoulder as none would take a half breed as a squire. After being turned away more times than he would like, he decides to make travel to the place of his birth. Having heard of the siege on Pashin, he thinks he may be able to gather some information for the order. He was not surprised at the poor welcome he receives in Sithelnost, but he does not let that get to him. Instead, he moves further north to see the progress of the siege, only to find that the Dragonarmies had pulled back from their position. However, it was the trip back to Solamnic lands that proved to be the most interesting. It was not until he was on the road from Port O' Call to Solanthus that he heard the stories. Strange stories about creatures snatching and killing the people in the night, and some of creatures wearing the skins of those they kill. Each town seems to bring the squire hopeful closer and closer to the creatures, each event being closer and closer to the time he arrived. He knew he was closing in on the creatures and so he continued his investigation into these murders until finally got to a town that had been attacked just the night before. Aesil decides not to stay in this town, being so close to the evildoers, he makes the choice to press on and reach reach them on the road before they can do anymore harm. Upon learning of the creature's proximity, Aesil prepares himself for a fight. He checks the green, white, and blue barding on his horse, the colors of his father's house. He then checks his own armor and that his weapons are easily reachable. The half-elf then mounts the warhorse, and urges it down the road and a faster speed than he had been travelling at. Coming over a rise, no more than two hours after leaving the town, the paladin spots a figure cloaked in black with a hood covering his head. He reins in his horse before calling out, "You there!" The hooded figure turns and lowers his hood at the horseman's call, revealing a man that looks identical to a slain man Aesil had seen in the last town. "In the name of the Knights of Solamnia, surrender yourself and you will come to no harm," Aesil calls to the man. In response, the man draws a large two-handed sword from beneath his cloak and prepares himself for a charge. The horseman draws his own elegantly made Elven longsword from the sheath on his saddle. He then spurs the warhorse forward, its powerful hind legs pushing against the hard packed road, driving quickly to a gallop. As he approaches the man, he brings the sword down on him but finds only the two-handed sword that blocks his attack. Aesil rides past the man another hundred feet before turning the destrier around and preparing for another charge. When he looks to the man, he is no longer a human, but some sort of lizardman. Any doubt that the paladin had is gone, and he is sure the creature is evil, but before he can spur his mount further, several scaled hands hands reach out from nowhere and begin pulling him from the horse. He falls hard to the ground, losing his grip on his sword, the wind knocked from his lungs. Four more lizardmen hold him down, as one licks a long dagger and prepares to plunge it into Aesil's heart. The half-elf manages to pull himself to the side as the blade comes down, buried in his shoulder.

Author: Aesil Date: Fri Oct 30 02:11:35 2015 Subject Returning Home, pt. 2

Aesil kicks the four holding him down away, and stands up. He looks down at the dagger stuck in his shoulder, before unslinging his father's battleaxe from his back. He then pulls the faceplate of his helm down, designed to look like a bison. Roaring, he throws the axe at the creature in front of him, letting the shaft slide down his hand, the head of the axe breaks the jaw of the lizardman. The monster falls to the ground, screaming, as the paladin swings that axe in a broad circle. The motion slices the abdomen of one of the creatures, causing it to fall to the ground lifeless. Upon hitting the ground, it turns into a pool of acid. As the swing continues, the broadside of the axe crashes into two more, sending them to the ground. As Aesil fights on, his horse spins on its front hooves and launches its hind legs at another of the kapaks, crushing its skull and turning it into a puddle of acid. The paladin then sees the creature he had charged, now charging him and turns to meet it. He raises his axe high and brings it down with inhuman strength, cleaving into the sivak, driving the bit deep into it. As he removes the head of the axe from its body, it shifts and takes on the visage of its slayer. Aesil swoons and realizes the blade in his shoulder must have been coated in a poison. Without delay, he reslings his axe, and picks up the sword that had fallen when he was pulled from the saddle. He uses the rest of his strength to sheath the sword and swing up into the saddle. He spurs the destrier north towards Solanthus before collapsing against the neck of his mount.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 864 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'