The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Hedonis.

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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Hedonis' scribed in vibrant maroon ink.

Author:  Hedonis
Date    Fri Jun  4 18:46:13 2004

Subject  the Reminder

The darkness below his feet, the nothingness around, motionless, absorbing
everything... A young man screams as the nightmare seems completely overtook
his dream and wakes up sweating and feeling his heart is going to break out of
his chest beating like a mad drummer.

"Gods, not another one..." - he slowly raises up from the bed, rubbing his
eyes trying to banish the remnants of his dream.

A huge bat sitting on the top of a human-size polished silver mirror screams
shortly as the young man approaches closer.

"Just a bad dream, Nightwing, just a bad dream ... again..."

After glancing at his familiar he takes one of the vials off the shelf and a
little deep plate, pouring the content of the vial into the plate. "Here,
you need to refresh yourself, tomorrow we are going to leave the city and
you wont be able to suck the blood of those tasty gullies, my dear."

A vampire bat was a rare creature found on Krynn, gods know where he found it,
but after his "return" of the body somehow he managed to recreate such a
familiar as well. Nightwing was a great friend accompanied Hedonis when he
left the realm of Krynn into the unknown dimensions, seeking for the greater
power he could gain serving mighty Nuitari.

When Heodnis departured, the Spirit who controlled his body, Mystic left on
Krynn, doomed to ramble the lands of Ansalon seeking the way either to follow
Hedonis or return him back.

In the meanwhile, Hedonis appeared in the realm where the magic was something
even more ordinary then ability to breath on Krynn, the world being magic from
its creation...

By the wish of gods, or by a simple coincidence, but the time Mystic melted
with the anctient artefact that should have send him to Hedonis, in the
alternate dimension Hedonis was fighting with the dark wizard, and was losing
the battle... almoust dying... a miracle had happen. Only for a moment, the
two became the one again, Hedonis became Mystic and Mystic became Hedonis...
Becoming the one identity again, their combined magic experience managed to
defeat the wizard, and the moment Hedonis, or should I say Mystic, ripped off
the amulet off the neck of defeated enemy, the worlds split again, this time
leaving him in the nothingness, motionless darkness absorbing everything...
with the five headed dragon whispering:

"Remember who saved your life and who owns your soul now!"

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 846 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'