The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Groshnak.

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 'Groshnak' scribed in vibrant red ink.

Author:  Groshnak
Date    Wed Feb 27 15:53:52 2002

Subject  Hobbo Charge

He heaves a heavy sigh.  The journey was a long one, and his frustration
toward Vrogor, the tribe Leader, caused unimagineable stress.

They catch their breath before the rush.  The goblin scout has reported a good
number alrady residing in the cave.

He looks over at his companion and "Co-Executive Officer," Erugar and nods. 
This battle was more than just a fight for the territory.

It was going to be a hopeful victory in both territory and power.  Though
Vrogaor was the Chief, they followed Groshnak.

Vrogor's arrogance and stupidity had caused a split in the tribe.  He led them
on pointless ventures and Groshnak had better things, more important things to
take care of.

Vrogor signalled to the Sgt. of military force, Groshnak, to get the troops

He looked down, and prayed.  The poison of Morgion filled his blood and his
eyes turned red.

His strength and true self was regained, and his anger grew more and more for
letting his weaknesses show.

He was the military leader, he was strong, or at least always appearred so. 
He swung his newly attained maces around and around.

He slapped his men around and finally got the brutes together. He gave his
signal to Vrogor.  He grinned at Erugar, and it was returned.

With his men ready, he gave out his well known WarCall. Groshnak and his
thirty-some brutes charged into the cave...


Author:  Groshnak
Date    Wed Feb 27 16:14:31 2002

Subject  Hobbo victory/Hobbo Charge part II

Groshnak and his men charged with undying rage and force.  Through the
entrance, down the tunnels, into the cages, around the turns, into the 'throne

Empty.  Some cages, a half broken chair, 2 riggid tables, and a couple of rats
is all that remained.  Enfuriated, he went to his goblin scouts.

"What in all of the Abyss is wrong with you!?" he screamed in his native

The goblins just dropped their heads as they began to explain. "Ss.. si..
sir?" one began, swallowing soon after.

Groshnak's eyes turned a dark crimson color as his rage built up.  "Www-we
thought you meant the fa-farmlands, Sir"

"You incompetent sons of gully wenches!"  he screamed in all his fury. 
Without thought he slyly wielded his maces.

Arms crossed, he swung violently at the two and with that one strong blow,
bashed the side of one's head in, whose body dropped limply to the ground.

The other took a hit to the neck, whose toughness couldnt withstand, and it
too dropped to the ground.  The latter of the two's half-dead body ly there

Groshnak wiped the blood off his stained face, and walked off.  He went to the
leader's room, and everyone else kept their distance, even Vrogor and Erugar.

Groshnak's rage was gone by the time he came out.  He spoke to Erugar about
the rations, and when finding out the necessity of food, planned another

An attack on the farmlands not far from the caves was made.

It was reported that Lunitari was in the high skies.  Groshnak grinned to
himself, loving the taste of blood over the blood covered earth.

Groshnak took his men through the mountains and toward the village.  All was
quiet... for now..


Author:  Groshnak
Date    Sat Mar  2 18:00:07 2002

Subject  Hobbo dumbass/victory.

(had not time for story, just informing)

Groshnak and his men rushed the farmlands.  They burned, raped, killed,
pillaged, and stole all they coould.

They loved the thrill it gave them to burn the houses and barns, they didnt
however, think about the high soaring flames it would cause.

Being oblivious to this, he and his men venture back to their cave where they
store their goods.

Once again, sorry.


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