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 giant book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Grumblock' scribed in dark red 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.   

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