The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Eskendale.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Eskendale' scribed in deep grey ink.

Author:    Eskendale      
Date:      Sun Oct 20 22:17:07 2013
Subject     The Advantage

Born to two parents, Eskendale Alcarthazey is a young traveller who has turned from the ways of the sword to those of clerical arts. His father, a noble, trained him to use the sword early on in his childhood, but he eventually took on university-level studies whereat he gave up early teachings for eventual practice in healing scholarship, seeking a path different from the mercernary method of his parent. Learning Silvanesti, he grew acquainted with clerical practice from Silvanesti tutors, professors, and instructors he encountered during his young adulthood, up until the age of 18. Forgoing the usage of the sword, he set aside his nobility for a path of travel, disassociating himself from Palanthas, his parents' home. His wish being to find a gentle path to the sword, he aspired to become a warrior-cleric, otherwise known as a paladin. Wandering throughout Krynn, from place to place and town to town, he used what he knew from his university study, inclusive of the polearm weapon skill, depending little on his childhood sword hand. Robed in black, undesignated as this or that, he helped those he came across, and applied what he learned to those who might benefit. Ultimately, he sought a merger of what he viewed as his protector role as a traveller with his childhood past. He knew of the sword, but viewed it as a momento of his father's mercernary ways. Abandoning the skill entirely would not enable growth as a human being, but rather missing a link in the armor, the whole defense of his character would be in question, when facing unknowns that meet him during his travels throughout Krynn. Obliging his heart in counsel for his destiny, he sought the Holy Order of Clerics, as a way of approval for the sword usage, as if by public approbation--that his sword arm would be of benefit to an established society, which has viewed and continues to view the sword according to time-proven structurized thought (a place for the sword in the imagining of a world where order is dependent on pillars of permanence). He goes throughout Krynn alone, seeking marriage with one who might understand his ways, as he finds in his path those who are in need. He dresses darkly as if to remain anonymous, and he talks little or if not at all. His goal in this world is peace and quiet, tranquil dreams, and a current-harmony of co-action with mind and hand, always doing what is in his heart, following his desire for a family, and for a peaceful time for his childhood past.

Author: Eskendale Date: Sun Oct 27 11:36:07 2013 Subject A missve on a wooden pillar

Arriving in Palanthas monk found a notice on a wooden pillar: "1 steel for the assassin who has been stalking pedestrians in Palanthas streets."

Author: Eskendale Date: Sun Oct 27 11:51:29 2013 Subject A missive

A description of the assassin Noticing someone stalking him, the monk mentally noted whom he saw. Someone 2 meters tall, a someone of hobgoblin, a someone wielding a scar on his cheek. Reddish-grey skin, red eyes, mismatched armor of light chain mail and other weapons of a elecletic variety. He was seen heading to the Palanthas outskirts. He gave the information to an elven traveler he hazarded to meet. Others know now. Knowing the danger of being in Palanthas, he attempted to get away as quickly as possible, going elsewhere to do what he intends to do. Hopefully someone will take care of this.

Author: Eskendale Date: Mon Nov 11 15:21:13 2013 Subject Again

Unknown Traveler { Blue attempted to regain his steps in the direction of Palanthas for a direction he could miss. {oith the Sword of Eskendale in his hand, he had made his way into the tracks of those who had followed him before.

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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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 824 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'