The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Francois.

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 'Francois' scribed in bright white ink.

Author:    Francois       
Date:      Tue Oct 27 15:33:05 2015
Subject     The path to The Path

To me growing up in our country villa was the all a boy could dream of... Being able to sneak off from lessons to explore the great "forests" to the north of the stables, digging out dams in the small stream east of the labourers cottages or even just taking my pony out for rides in the ripening fields or between the vines but my older sibling only complained about how they were missing the high society parties and balls and other, to me, meaningless activities that noble children had to engage in. In between my brothers going off and joining mercenary bands associated to the Knights of Solamnia and my eldest sisters marrying into other minor noble families I was largely ignored, free to do as I pleased, except when I got into fights with my siblings over their abuse of the woodland creatures. I was never the best with a bow and arrow or particularly good at tracking but when I went out with Thomas, the Head Gamekeeper, I could always tell him where the best places were to lie in waiting to shoot the best buck or I'd lead him to the sick animals in need of culling. Thomas seemed to understand and trust how I could do these things but there were other members of staff who were a lot more superstitious and it eventually came to a head just before my thirteenth birthday. They had managed to rile up the local village and they descended on the farm with pitchforks and hoes and other implements they could get their hands on as weapons and demanded I be handed over to be tried for witchcraft. It was only through my father's ability to deal with crowds of people that I lived through that night. They negotiated an alternative settlement, I would be taken to the local monastery where I would held as an initiate under guidance of the Head Priest. I spent the next five years of my life isolated from my family, living in the monastery among the holy men, monks, clerics and scholars. I learned of the writing of the Triumvirate and not too surprisingly it was the teachings of Habbakuk that held my attention above all the others. In my free time I still managed to slip off into the surrounding woods to spend time contemplating their wonder and beauty. I should have expected it when it happened but it came as a surprise when, early one morning before prayers, the Abbot approached me to inform me that my stay at the monastery was over. I had a week to pack my belongings and leave. He also gave me a letter from my father, dated five years before and said it had been given to him then with instructions to hand it over on this day. I had to read it a few times to really be sure there wasnt a hidden meaning in it. Not only that but the letter had been rolled and kept in its roll sealed with his seal over a ribbon which hid my great grandfather's signet ring. It was mine now and along with it the families pledge to handover one child per generation to the Knighthood. I was to follow in my great grandfathers footsteps, literally, and travel the path he did to join the Knights of Solamnia

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