The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aldren.

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 'Aldren' scribed in faded black ink.


Author:    Aldren         
Date:      Sat Nov  1 04:23:58 2008
Subject     A barkeep's observations

 
A stranger strode into the Inn of the Last Home one day and all eyes were on him. There was a paucity
of newcomers to the Inn in these times of hardship -- those who could afford the Otik's finest brew
nowadays were few and far between. Yet, the stranger was a human clad in little but a simple leather
vest and cotton breeches with a longsword hanging loosely by his side. He surely was neither a nobleman 
nor landlord. I have been a barkeeper in the Inn for nearly a decade now and I know a man with a purpose 
when I see one.
 
Not surprisingly, I witnessed the human stride towards a cloaked figure by the side of the bar. The cloaked
being was One of them mercenaries, creatures of greed who betray morality to satisfy their coin purses. I
knew them well, for they were amongst the few who could afford the rising prices of ale. Pricking up my
ears as best I could, I caught a little of the conversation they had.
 
"You're one of them mercenaries aren't you?" the human kick-started the discussion. I noticed the cloaked
figure flinch and attempt to slink further back into the shadows. The mercenaries never did like being
noticed in public. It spoilt the element of surprise, I guess. Notwithstanding this, the human was
relentless. "I'll recognise that emblem from a mile away, mercenary. Don't worry, I won't blow your cover.
Not here. I just wanted to explore the possibility of earning some cash with your band. I hear you guys
make good money, yes?" Perhaps I do not convey the emotions in the human's tone well enough, but I did
detect a tinge of desparation in the fellow's voice. He must really need this.

I couldn't catch much of the conversation after that, but the two did leave the Inn together amicably.
There seemed to be a mild altercation between them outside of the Inn, but I was far too busy serving what
few customers I had to really notice. The argument smoothened itself out though and I'm pretty certain
that the mercenaries have added another to their ranks. Well and good, the Inn will be have itself another
regular customer soon enough.

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 mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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