The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gnorm.

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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gnorm' scribed in faded yellow ink.


Author:    Gnorm          
Date:      Tue Feb 23 01:31:02 2010
Subject     Forsaken

Gnorm looked down at his feet nervously shuffling them side to side
waiting for the head minister's decision. Looking up nervously Gnorm chanced
a peek over to the group of ministers and the head ministers. The infectious
chatter had the whole room going everyone speculating what the fate of Gnorm
would be. Noticing Gnorm's pleading look one of the ministers shot him a
foul glare causing Gnorm to quickly look back down at his ever moving feet
anticipation and fear getting the best of him. After what seemed like an
eternity a loud hammer banged down on the head ministers podium (gnome
constructed of course, which cause the hammer to explode quickly gaining
silence of the crowd). Rattled but calming acting like the hammer was meant
to behave in such a manner the head minister adjusted his wig and stood up
tall to speak. 
"Gnorm,youhavebeenaccusedofunlawfulpracticeofinventionswithoutconsultinginyoursuperious,whichallinallleadtothedeathofyourassistant.youhavebeenjudgedfairlybyagroupofyourcollegesandwehavecometoadecision."
The head minister quickly sucked in an enormous amount of air and continued,
"youaretobebanishedfromthemountainandwillbetransferedtothedepartmentofreligionandmartialartsonthemainland.Youshallnoteverreturntothismountiantodosowillrenounceyourfamilynametoforeverbedisgraced." 
The ministers face red from lack of air nodded as he sucked in more air. Before Gnorm had a chance to defend himself he was dragged away by his former friends and colleagues.
Gnorm quickly open his mount and yelled,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!thisisnotfair.Itwasasimpledesignflaw,easilycanbemended!Ididntmeanforittohappen!"
Tears streaking down his face Gnorm noticed his words were lost on everyone as the roar of chatter overpowered his words. No one had heard. No one cared.

Author:    Gnorm          
Date:      Mon Mar 29 18:58:15 2010
Subject     A monk no more

I was meditating, deep in trance, when a loud foul smelling man came
running into the room. I had been waiting for over an hour, which wasn't a
problem, I needed to speak with Majere about my deepest thoughts and
concerns anyways. but as it stood I still needed to speak to the royal
advisor in palanthas. There had been a noisy group of ruffians outside the
small temple of majere, all of which disturbing the peace. Looking up a the
filthy man, He seemed to be dressed in robes of a monk but dirty, riped and
uncared for. looking at his face I recognized him as one of the filthy
vagrants from outside the temple. Cutting infront of the line the young
human yelled, obviously drunk 'I want to start my own temple, I have a group
of people! Let me do this please we are SMRT!'

Rolling his eyes the advisor replied, 'Do as you please, Just get out of my
face!' 

With a stupid grin from ear to ear the young man turned and started to run
out of the building. I blocked his way. What this dumb fool was requesting
was sacrilegious, blaspheme. No monk would do that. Looking up at the filty
man I spoke calmly, 'I renounce you from the order of monk. As Majere as my
witness, you are now an outcast from the order of the monk and are nothing
but a simple street thug.' 

Looking down at me with the dumbest look I had actually seen he replied in
utter confusion, 'Bullshit!' 

Continuing where he had cut me off, 'Your intentions to start your own cult
is sacrilegious. Begone little man. You are not welcome.' And with that I
turned around and walked away. not intrested in anything else the imposter
monk had to say. 

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

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