The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Egam.

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Egam' scribed in green ink.

Author:    Egam           
Date:      Mon Mar  9 15:17:47 2009
Subject     [FWD] Egam

[FWD Note] - [160] Egam: Egam [FWD Date] - Mon Mar 9 01:32:05 2009 [FWD
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Where to begin? It is hard to tell my story for parts of it are missing even
from my own mind. Whether this is from a conscious choice or not, I'm not
aware, and I dont want to know. The mind protects itself for a reason. I can
only explain my story as it has been told to me. I was a child of blood and
lonliness from the beginning. I now find the sense of humor fate has by
marking me from birth what my destiny is to be. I killed before I was truly
born, as I was supposed to be a twin. I had a twin sister, but I must have
choked the life from her because when we were born, only I was alive. Sadly,
fate was cruel enough that this wasn't a big enough of a joke. I had another
sibling, an older brother, who was, I'm told, almost two years older than
me. The last of my probable self-imposed amnesia is the night of my other
siblings death. No one knows what happened, but there are feelings that I
can recall that night, that still haunt my dreams. All I can recall is the
feeling of a blackness on my chest that night, a tingling sensation rolling
over my body is waves, right down to my toes. I could feel something, magic
I now know, flowing into my body on that starless night. I cannot recall
what we were arguing about, just that I felt some intense jealousy and
anger, clouding my mind and eyesight into a red haze of rage that no sibling
deserved. The next emotion that I can remember, is a feeling of relief, as
that sensation was channeled through my body. The one image I have from my
birth until now, is of my brothers body, his head cracked open against a
rock, blood and brain mixed together. I can't imagine I returned home as my
first true memory is days later, on the road with nothing but the clothes on
my back. I have travelled from my home, begging, working, doing anything to
keep myself going from place to place. I have finally reached my way to you,
hoping that you may have sympathy and teach me. I do not wish to be a
murderer, but my nature is set and I wish to learn and control who I am. 

Author:    Egam           
Date:      Sun Aug  2 20:26:27 2009
Subject     Bubble Time pt.1

The words on the pages started blurring together after the hours of
reading and closing my eyes provided only a moment of relief. This obession
of mine was getting the better of me, as pouring over months worth of of
dusty books and scrolls have led me no closer to my goal. Opening my eyes, I
turned the page reading more about magic that mattered little to me. My
ambition and drive were beginning to affect the thing that was my pride and
joy-teaching. Getting attached to each apprentice mattered, but could I
sacrifice the personal attention of one apprentice for the benefit of them

My hand flipping over the current page was the answer that was right but one
I wasn't necessarily hoping for. This only increased the pain behind my eyes
as I casually pushed the book off my desk to the floor. This was going to
require another trip to the archives, the only thought crossing my mind was

Any library reeks of potential. Everything you need right in front of you
but without the proper tools can be a damning search. With hard luck
sometimes you need luck..or fate to intervene on your behalf. It is a relief
although it can sometimes make one bitter with realization that it could
have been found much sooner. My only thought when I picked up the book and
flipped through briefly and seeing the one word that meant the first part of
my search was over? About fucking time. I'd like to say I walked with
dignity and a calm demeanor while I went back to my study but truthfully, I
was practically hopping like a girl who just got a new doll. 

I write this journal entry for those who may read it that what I search for,
I do not out of some black desire for power, those days are behind me since
my mothers death. This search, I do for all mages. 

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 825 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'