The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dyrastan.
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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dyrastan' scribed in glowing black ink.
Author: Dyrastan Date: Mon May 18 06:22:25 2020 Subject A Test
He's traveled far to reach the gathering of the armies. He'd heard tales when he was younger. They took what they wanted. Destroyed cities. Destroyed lives. He'd heard them and now had come to join them. There was little to no work available in the small city he'd grown up in. Friend and family had left for greener pastures and he followed suit. His greener pasture was the Dark Lady's army. As he'd grown and become more realistic, joining the most powerful and feared army meant good pay and a solid future. He could put his faith in a Queen who provided like this. He'd worked as a sell-sword in other armies but these stints were only a means to an end. He rode into a large camp and hopped off of his horse. He asked several people before he found one who knew how to gain entrance into the army. The man led him down a series of quieter and ever quieter streets before turning and unsheathing his sword. The fight was quick. Bolts of energy struck the man in his arm and caused him to drop his sword and howl painfully. The man rushed him, but Dyrastan side stepped, giving himself enough time to draw his own sword. The man rushed again and this time met the end of Dyrastan's blade. He fell. Dead. While Dyrastan removed the man's purse and went to pick up his sword he heard slow clapping from behind him. "Very well played. Too well for our friend here."
Dyrastan prepared himself for another fight. "You misunderstand. He was simply a test. One that you passed quite easily. More so than I expected." "You sacrifice your own?" Dyrastan asked. "He was problematic. Always starting fights. Generally disruptive. He wasn't necessarily a sacrifice but I won't be shedding a tear over him. You on the other hand...you have a future. If you want one." Dyrastan looked at the corpse, paused and then nodded. "Splendid. I'll take you to a recruiter at once."
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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