The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Agathon.

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 on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Agathon' scribed in glowing maroon ink.

Author:    Agathon        
Date:      Tue Mar 11 20:40:08 2014
Subject     Return to the Sea

Agathon's nostrils flared as he breathed in the sea air. It had only been a few months since he had last seen the rolling waters of New Sea but it had felt like an eternity. Snorting, Agathon continued down the road towards Port o'call. He had been all over Solamnia and even Gaardlund looking for work, but had found none. Aside from being weak, Agathon now found the Solamnic people daft. Anyone could see that trouble was breweing to the east yet none were willing to accept his services. These pathetic humans would fall under Takhisis' yoke in no time. "Let them kill each other, " Agathon mumbled in minotaur as he passed by a merchant heading north. This upcoming war had proven itself decidedly unlucrative for Agathon. He would never sign on with the scum that served Takhisis and anyone who fought them felt Agathon's loyalty questionable. He had left Kothas to earn enough steel to rebuild his family's merchant business, as well as its honor, both now shattered by debt. A majority of his family's debt was owed to creditors loyal to the Dragon Armies. Cursing his half-witted brother, he continued into Port o'Call. If there was no money to be made by land he would find a way by sea. Agathon had known his way around ships since he could crawl and there was bound to be a few captains who could utilize his skills. Before too long he would command his own ship, then a few.. he could almost see his return to Kothas, a fleet of sleek hulled ships to his back and his grateful relatives fore.

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.'