The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ghor.

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 large book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghor' scribed in purple ink.


Author:    Ghor           
Date:      Tue Jan 20 18:09:46 2009
Subject     Ghor background

As he neared the final cavern, he slowed. There was only a single candle
burning in the depths of the mountain, and no spell components had been laid
out for him. His master, an old and twisted theiwar dwarf, sat on a mat in
the center of the room. He looked up as Ghor entered.

"Where have you been boy? I've been waiting for you." 

The ancient dwarf stared out at Ghor, his dark eyes piercing. 

"Apologies, master, I couldn't find the ale."

The old dwarf sighed, and gestured to the cushion set opposite him on the
floor. 

"Sit down, boy. We need to discuss your future."

Ghor sat, facing the old man apprehensively. 

"The time has come that your powers have outstripped my teaching." 

Ghor stirred, "Master, surely you are one of the most powerf-" "Powerful?"
The old dwarf cut him off, "Powerful? Boy I was so weak, they never let me
take the tests, must less pass them. No, it's time for you to head west. The
mages there will teach you much that you need to know." 

The old dwarf sighed again, and gestured towards a pack that had been set by
the exit. 

"Take that with you. There's a little money in there, and some food.
Remember boy: The gods of magic are your guides now. Don't fail them.
Nuitari especially is vengeful on those who flaunt him, as I once learned."


The dwarf raised his hand, and Ghor saw the scars that ran down the fingers
and crisscrossed the wrist. Blood oozed from them slowly. The old dwarf
swiftly re-wrapped the wounds. 

"It's time for you to go, boy. Get the pack. The mages are waiting for
you."

And so, Ghor took a few meger posessions, and headed towards Wayreth forest,
and the Tower of Mages there. 

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