The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gorigar.

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 concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gorigar' scribed in dull green ink.

Author:    Gorigar        
Date:      Mon Apr 16 08:26:05 2018
Subject     A Way Forward

I'd suffered these fools long enough. I'd them devote themselves to inferior gods, dabble in magic, join armies and promptly desert them. They were my blood, but that's all they were at this point. I wouldn't involve myself in their affairs again. I would only see them again in death (hopefully their own). Our business in this life was at an end. One This is where we started. A formidable warrior. He was strong and his talent on the battlefield was exceptional. He lost himself amid bodies that piled up around him. This was the only place where he was comfortable. Outside of combat he was stupid, disloyal, and had no talent. Take him off the battlefield and he basically became a rock, inanimate, waiting for someone to throw him at something else. Two A mage. Reasonably talented, but cowardly. He was certainly the intelligent one. I consider myself competent and he far exceeded that. He devoted himself to his art. He also ran from his own shadow and whenever possible walled himself away and spent his days in solitary study. This was another disloyalty as far as I was concerned. Three I was the third. The youngest of the brothers. My own path was plotted through the failures of my siblings. I was a proficient fighter, but that was all, proficient. I saw honor in the battlefield, but I excellent in other pursuits. I had no aptitude for magic, but could appreciate the concentration and the force of will that truly great mages exhibited. Bending the forces of nature to dominate the lesser races was certainly appealing. I sought this sort of power for myself. As I said, the path was plotted for me, and there was truly only one way forward. I dedicated myself to the will of Sargas. I was rewarded well for my efforts and my prayers (and mace) continue to push me forward, exacting his will wherever it is required.

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