The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Grumblock.
A greasy goblin comes in and looks around warily...
'Come there.' he points towards a dingy hole in the wall.
You walk through the opening.
Grumblock's Hole
A decrepit nasty room, the walls of this place literally reek with the stench of unclean goblin stench. It seems unfathomable that anyone in the library would allow such a room to go unchecked, perhaps they have yet to notice that the goblin has taken up residence... But surely the smell would have alerted at least one apprentice or Aesthetic...
A small desk, apparently appropriated from a local children's school, sits next to the bookshelf on the wall. The outline of a clean spot shows that someone has read at this place before...
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Grumblock.
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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Grumblock' scribed in dark yellow ink.
Author: Grumblock Date Mon Oct 10 16:43:16 2005 Subject A Nerakan far from home Grumblock smelled the air tenatiously as he slipped past the wyvern circling overhead. Hmmm, thats strange smell, human but.. Not recognizing the scent, he slipped quietly out onto the great Eastern Road and scanned about. As he reached the gates of a strange misplaced city, he noted they were open, when normally this place is shut tight, so he closed them and waiting patiently. Quietly he slipped into the shadow by where the doors opened and waited. ... and waited. With a creak, the gate opened and a man in Nerakan garb ran past! Without a second thought, Grumblock fired arrow after arrow after the quickly retreating man until he fell some yards down the road. The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep nice shiny coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money purse. Then, as quickly as it had begun, he turned and ran back into his forest to the Lieutenant. Must tell, strange people in our woods. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Mon Oct 10 16:43:36 2005 Subject A smelly pointy ear Grumblock listened cautiously as he slipped past the pirate walking overhead. Hmmm, thats strange smell, elf-kin but.. Not recognizing the scent, he slipped quietly out from under the boardwalk and followed the scent. After a long hike up the beach trail to the city itself he decided that the backway was the plan. Slipping on a small ring he vanished from sight. Grumbles quietly jogged past the crowds of people milling in the streets and noticed the scent becoming stronger, although it was barely recognizable over the stench of herring wafting in from nearby. The smell lead him past some half-awake Solamnic guards lounging peacefully at the gates of Caergoth. Quietly he slipped past them and out onto the road towards Thelgaard. The bloody form of a warhorse littered the cobblestones, he must be getting close... After finding himself finally reaching the grand Thelgaard keep, he began to put his nose to the test and soon hear sounds of fighting nearby. It seems that there were humans fighting a battle, but amongst them was the owner of the scent! Quickly Grumbles ran north and found a good place to hide, behind the carcas of a large horse. Without a second thought, Grumblock fired arrow after arrow at the elf until he fell to the ground in agony. The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep nice shiny coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money purse. And nice swords! With a word to Morgion to accurse the corpse, he turned and ran back down the road towards Caergoth. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Mon Oct 10 16:43:56 2005 Subject A smelly hooman Tika kicked him square in the pants! It seems she really didn't appreciate goblin advances. Racist hooman he thought angrily as he stomped down the walk behind the Inn of the Last Home. One of them will pay he swore. Grumbles quietly ran through the woods and off towards the gates of Tantallon with one thing in mind, find some hapless human and give them some pain. Within a short while he was sliding between the gates of the city quietly past the guards and scouting about. There was a man now, he appeared to be some kind of goody goody cleric... ALL THE BETTER! Grumbles swore as he quietly appraised the man's belongings. As quietly as he had approached, the goblin turned and ran back to the gates of the city to wait for the man to move away from the heavily guarded 'Stocks'. Even a stupid goblin knows better than to attack someone in view of the guards. Finally the man moved and Grumblock opened fire. Zap zap zap, That's for that wench Tika! He chortled as the bloodlust played out. Finally the man slumped to the ground in a pool of red. As quietly as he had before, he snuck up and took a look at the scene. The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep nice shiny coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money purse. And that globe! It was divine in every sense of the word! With a word to Morgion to accurse the corpse, he turned and ran back out of the gates of Tantallon into the woods. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Mon Oct 10 16:44:34 2005 Subject Another smelly pointy ear Grumblock sniffed the air tenatiously as he slipped past the Solamnic guards at the gates. Hmmm, thats strange smell, elf-kin but.. Not recognizing the scent, he slipped quietly out from behind the merchants wagon he was shadowing and followed the scent. After a long hike up to the Tower of the High Clerist he decided that the backway was the plan. Slipping on a small ring he vanished from sight. Grumbles quietly slipped past the Solamnic Patrols and even the bouncing kender seemed to give him no notice when he noticed the scent becoming stronger, although it was fading in and out from the winds. This was very close to his childhood home in the caverns, all was going well as he knew these roads like the back of his hands. Quietly he jogged along until he jogged right past the lounding Kagonesti! Whew, he hoped the man hadn't noticed him and took cover behind some brush. Dashing past a large dais he ran, and saw his target up the long stairs past the guard. Ever so quietly, Grumbles slipped past the resting guard and took aim. Zap zap zap, the elf dodged and ran, quicker than Carter running from an angry bull! The elf dashed from the Clerist tower and lit across the Knights high road faster than the goblin could even hope to keep up, but the hunt was on. Finally Grumbles called out to his Morgion to help him, and a priest answered with a twisting of space and time he found himself looking at the face of his prey. Quickly he dove up the stairs to get a good spot to hide and fire, elf or not, a fight toe to toe wasn't Grumbles style. He hadn't lived this long by matching brawn with larger humanoids and he wasn't about to start. With a cat and mouse game that involved not one but several quivers of arrows, the elf finally fell to his knees and over to his side. The Kago had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep nice shiny coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money purse. And black potions! With a word to Morgion to accurse the corpse, he turned and ran out of the tower to a nice safe place where the lights weren't so bright, nor the company befit in Solamnic garb. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Mon Oct 10 16:44:57 2005 Subject [Dwarf Wars] Short rat bastards Boooom Boooom Boom Booom.. the war drums pounded out the beat. Grumblock yelled at his sniveling little bastard goblins 'Move you yellow rat bastards move! Slow again and I'll skin you alive!' He was quite grim this bleak morning, as were most of the goblins around these mountains. No one relished the thoughts of miles upon miles of marching towards the gates of Thorbardin. War... Well, at least it was those little short rat bastard dwarves. Hell, some of them were even shorter than Grumbles himself, an advantage he planned on pressing to it's fullest whenever he could. Brooti, his personal pet dancer, assured him that Grumm was bringing the contingent of forces from the stronghold. Her sister seemed to know the goings on of that pansy Grumm as well as any goblin wench could. He damned well better be bringing the hobgoblin back breakers, or this might be a quick battle Grumblock mused. Even with his foul temper and slower than human wit, he knew the dwarves would be a vicious enemy. 'Pick up the pace you spineless worms!' he screamed as the whip in his hand cracked across the ranks. What the hell were we going to do with that mountain once we took it... The troops marched onward, double time, the chanting droning on and on as the war drums pounded out the staccato beat of impending destruction. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Tue Oct 11 11:36:57 2005 Subject [Dwarf Wars] Marching on Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom.. The deep drumming reverberated through the caverns as Grumblock continued to drive the lesser goblins onward. Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom.. The pounding resounded as an immense heartbeat throughout the caverns into the mines beyond. Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom.. The feet pounding upon the cavern floor in rhythm with the drums of war. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! A massive explosion shook the caverns, nearly dropping many goblins to their knees. The wargs growled and the goblins yelled, the outer wall has been opened!!! 'Outward, crush' They chanted. 'Onward, to kill' 'Dwarves, die... Dwarves DIE'... Grumblock marveled at their incredibly bad song, but if it kept the lily rat bastards marching, so be it. 'MOOOVE YOU DOGS!!' he screamed at those nearest with a crack of his black whip. We must reach the outer mines by nightfall... Those dwarves will die and we shall stew them in their own blood, he grinned with malicious intent. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan. Author: Grumblock Date Fri Oct 14 18:39:52 2005 Subject [Dwarf Wars] Into the mines Grumblock motioned to Kragh to fire. Snick! A black dart sped away. 'Hurrrrggh' the dwarf miner fell as the black shaft caught him in the throat. The miner was thrown back to the wall where he slid down in a gruesome dance as his body twitched it's last. 'Move dogs!' Grumblock barked to his underlings. As they surged out through the breached wall into the mines beyond. A full four score of the little black-hearted rat bastards had left the hall with him, perhaps three score were with him now. Deserters and idiots, some he'd killed himself, some had turned and ran. Turning to Groshka he motioned. 'Take a squad up that tunnel, bring me dwarves on a spit Grosh!' With a nod Groshka sped off with his own underlings. 'Kill them all!' Grumblock barked. He noted Kragh cleaning his arrow after ripping it from the fallen miner's throat, then marking a small mark upon his bracer. A handful of marks were there, soon to be dozens or more if Grumblock had his way. A good goblin that one... With little resistance so far... this campaign might be more fun that Brooti warned, stupid dancer... always with the warnings... Grumblock of the Black Hand clan Author: Grumblock Date Thu Oct 20 18:28:18 2005 Subject [Dwarf Wars] Grishnakh's Day Groshka came flying around the corner running at full tilt. 'General! ' he stammered out as he gasped for breath. 'What is it? ' Grumblock snapped 'And stop calling me that you lily rat bastard, if you weren't my sisters welp I'd ... ' He noticed Groshka actually did seem to have something to say and let his words taper off. 'It's Grishnakh!! ' he blurted. 'What about him, his squad was clearing towards Abanasinian lands. ' Grumblock questioned. 'He's done it! Groshka proceeded to fill in all of the sordid details of the recent affair. It seems his squad had happened upon a very well armored troup of dwarves with none other than the High King at the center. After many volleys and engagements, the dwarf blood flowed more freely than goblin blood and two of the Nine had falled!!! The High King had been rushed to safety but it was a glorious day. After hearing the details, the grin ever broadening upon Grumblock's face... He passed the word.. 'Let them all know' this will be the spark that ignites the inferno upon the dwarves. And chants of 'Grishnakh! Grishnakh! ' began echo back to him through the deep mine shafts. Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.
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 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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