The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ayuar.

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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ayuar' scribed in earth-colored grey ink.


Author:    Ayuar          
Date:      Mon Jan  8 16:36:02 2007
Subject     Ayuar, a brief history.


A young Solamnic child had found his way through mountain roads, somehow
avoiding the goblin patrols that would have so quickly ended his life.
Eventually he found himself at the northern gates of the corrupt city of
Neraka, starving, shaking, with bare feet and covered with bruises and
scrapes...

The boy was a waif, a meer shadow of his earlier laughing days, the days
playing in the courtyard of the manor, watching his brothers fight and
wishing he was old enought to join them and show father how brave he
was...

With a blink, he snapped back to reality and noticed the old hag
scowling down at him over a bowl of dirty washwater. Apparently she had
put forth some kind of question and wanted an answer.

He paused, then his lip began to quiver, and something in the old woman
melted back to the days before her heart had turned into that black bit
of coal it was so nearly completely now.

The Hag Torbron took him inside her hovel and with a whisper his pains
of hunger were gone. Had he been older, he might have noticed that the
sign she made, wasn't that of his fathers gods, but another...

Years passed, and Ayuar paused once, as he wore the black standards of
Neraka. His trusty horse had brought him to the docks of Kalaman where
he sought out a man bearing the mark of the Lily. He would become a
knight, just like his father had been so long ago. Although he didn't
quite remember his father now, more of just a hazy memory... his
brothers too, long passed. What had become of Duval? Ayuar had long
since adopted the name of his step-mother as his own, he could no
longer even remember the standards that flew above the walls of his
first home, nor the name that graced the hearth.

What had become of Duval?

He spurred his mount onward up the docks as the thought slipped away.

Ayuar Torbron.

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 803 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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