The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Halieth.

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 pamphlet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Halieth' scribed in blue ink.


Author:    Halieth        
Date:      Sun Oct 26 18:33:42 2008
Subject     A new world order


"NO." I wrestled myself from the nightmare and sat up in bed, beads of perspiration
covering my forehead. Many years since the noble elven house of Dru'Elian was 
brutally murdered by power-hungry men, the bloodied scene still continues to haunt me.

My mother, a high elf, found herself becoming fond of a human warrior of Paladine who 
rescued her from rogues during one of her travels. She was a cleric of Paladine and had 
decided to traversed Krynn to bring aid to the suffering, much to the consternation
of her father. It was during one of her most arduous journeys in the Khalkist mountains
that brought together the forbidden matrimony.

I don't remember, and probably don't allow my subsconscious to remind me, much of my
childhood. We were pariahs and permitted to live only a distance away from the Dru'Elians 
so as not to risk any undesirable association with them. 

Still, from the distance, we could see the smoke that rose from the hearth of the Dru'Elian
homes that day. As we fled, my hand held tightly in my mother's, we stumbled over corpses
of valiant archers, swordsmen, children, and their mothers. Suddenly, my mother's hold 
loosened and she cried out loud as she fell to the ground beside a fallen warrior. 

My father, starjewel clasped tightly in his hands, was no more. I tripped over a broken
shard as arrows flew through the air, missing me by the hair of my neck, at the only
moving figure left on the battlefield. 

As I tried to silent my anguished sobs and played dead, I prayed to Paladine, the only 
God I knew as a child. Heavy boots trampled on my limbs-- I stifled a scream as I press 
my face deeper into the armor of a dead soldier. 

When all fell silent after what seemed like days, I pulled myself up and ran as far as my 
legs could carry me. I finally came to rest at a tranquil lake. I was washing my tear- 
and blood-stained face when I felt a sting. Staring at my reflection in the waters, I 
noticed there was now a deep cut in my right brow.

Ten years passed, I have dedicated myself to Paladine as my mother did and much desire
to be a cleric within the ranks of the Holy Order. I can only now hope that I be deemed
worthy. I tucked the starjewel back under my sash and fell back to sleep.

(OOC) Am petitioning Holy Order Light.

Author:    Halieth        
Date:      Sun Oct 26 18:40:37 2008
Subject     A new world order


"NO." I wrestled myself from the nightmare and sat up in bed, beads of perspiration
covering my forehead. Many years since the noble elven house of Dru'Elian was 
brutally murdered by power-hungry men, the bloodied scene still continues to haunt me.

My mother, a high elf, found herself becoming fond of a human warrior of Paladine who 
rescued her from rogues during one of her travels. She was a cleric of Paladine and had 
decided to traverse Krynn to bring aid to the suffering, much to the consternation
of her father. It was during one of her most arduous journeys in the Khalkist mountains
that brought together the forbidden matrimony.

I don't remember, and probably don't allow my subsconscious to remind me, much of my
childhood. We were pariahs and permitted to live only a distance away from the Dru'Elians 
so as not to risk any undesirable association with them. 

Still, from the distance, we could see the smoke that rose from the hearth of the Dru'Elian
homes that day. As we fled, my hand held tightly in my mother's, we stumbled over corpses
of valiant archers, swordsmen, children, and their mothers. Suddenly, my mother's hold
loosened and she cried out loud as she fell to the ground beside a fallen warrior.

My father, starjewel clasped tightly in his hands, was no more. I tripped over a broken
shard as arrows flew through the air, missing me by the hair of my neck, at the only  
moving figure left on the battlefield. 

As I tried to silent my anguished sobs and played dead, I prayed to Paladine, the only 
God I knew as a child. Heavy boots trampled on my limbs-- I stifled a scream as I pressed 
my face deeper into the armor of a dead soldier. 

When all fell silent after what seemed like days, I pulled myself up and ran as far as my 
legs could carry me. I finally came to rest at a tranquil lake. I was washing my tear- 
and blood-stained face when I felt a sting. Staring at my reflection in the waters, I 
noticed there was now a deep cut in my right brow.

Ten years passed, I have dedicated myself to Paladine as my mother did and much desire
to be a cleric within the ranks of the Holy Order. I can only now hope that I be deemed
worthy. I tucked the starjewel back under my sash and fell back to sleep.

(OOC) Am petitioning Holy Order Light.

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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