The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Duerauk.
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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Duerauk' scribed in dark purple ink.
Author: Duerauk Date: Fri Jun 8 04:52:44 2007 Subject a hylar Deep beneath the lush forests, and rangelands of the foothills, they dwelled. For hundreds of years the dwelled under the ground, again at home with the earth. And true they still were hill dwarves, never would they be considered a mountain dwarf, they shunned living upon the surface. Going only to trade, to hunt, to forage and to farm. This small clan had very close ties to other hill dwarf communities. So there was much coming and going between the two. This small clan had some of the best smitheries known, for they could reach a heat that could boil water from 20 feet away. And though I wished that my family were some of skilled metal workers, we were not. Though some would say our importance was of equal value, for you see we were the stokers. We feed the fires that drive our economy, and we mine the fuel from the earth for the fires. I had always struggled with being considered a second rate citizen by some, it could have been an ego problem or just an inferoirty complex I do not care either way, for it shaped me into what I am today. One who does what is needed to survive and further his goals and the goals of those who can aid him the most. I learned at an early age that it was easy to use the mind to do work instead of the body. To trick and swindle people then it was to over power them. And when the mind failed, to come at them when they were unawares, for it saved effort and it saved time. And true sometimes this way of life lead to trouble, and many lashes by the authorities and my parents. May the Queen payable upon them, torment beyond that which was done onto me. Early in my life it had become apparent, that if I stayed where I was, I would wind up hanging from a rope or chained by the fires to melt away. And really, I deserve a better death then that, I deserve to die surrounded my many beautiful slaves, attending to my every whim. So obvisouly I had to leave, so I roamed from town to town, never staying in one place, never settling down. I drifted around pilfering and murdered to feed myself, and bring myself closer to my goals. I gave unto my queen, by the burning of several fields of solamnic lands, and though it was quite fun, it is not somethnig to be recanted in the open for all to hear.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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