The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jagar.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jagar' scribed in dark black ink.

Author:  Jagar
Date    Tue Aug 30 03:08:21 2005
Stamp   1125389301
Subject  Mercenary.

The winter winds raged outside, but within the walls of the
small, dilapidated
tavern, the fury of the storm was not felt.  It was late november
and it would
be many months before the first hints of spring approaching dared
to peek
through the murky, dastardly land. The double doors to the tavern
opened, the
chill of the wind rampaging in like a starving pack of wolves
ready to make
the kill. Just behind it a tall, dark man appeared. He approached
the bar
cooly, his footsteps making no noise, and his shadowed face
revealing nothing.

Jagar shivered with anticipation and inched forward, slowly
peeking over the
northern tip of the bar, he was as careful as an excited youth
can be, and was
not seen.  At the same time the barmaid turned to her newfound
patron and
said, "What can I get you tonight stranger?"  He did not utter a
single word,
but pointed at a an oak barrel behind the bar.  The barmaid
understood and
brought him a pint of ale.  As the man slowly drained his mug he
pulled out a
large bag, full of coins, he slapped one on the table and winked
at Jagar. 
Jagar ducked under the bar realizing he had been seen and not
wanting to draw
attention from the barmaid, his mother.

A moment later two large men approached the quiet man; "What is
your name and
what business have you here?" said the smaller of the two.  The
quiet man
ignored him and took another drink.  The larger of the two raised
his eyebrows
and spoke loudly, "Who are you and why are you here?"  Again the
quiet man
said nothing. This agitated the large man, as he was not used to
ignored. He placed his hand on the shoulder of the quiet man and
said, "Answer
me or I will wring an answer of out you."  Hearing these words,
the barmaid
spoke, quietly and frightened, almost begging, "Please, we don't
want any
trouble, let him be."  The smaller of the two men reached for the
hanging at his side and began to speak, "Stay out of..." and with
that, he
fell to the floor, dead.  The large mans eyes widened with
suprise, and then
he too fell to the floor. The barmaid let out a little yelp and
the quiet man
turned around, wiped his blades clean and sat back down. Finally,
he spoke,
"Leave me be," was all he said.

A short while later an old, familiar, man came in. He scanned the
room and
found the two dead bodies were still on the floor, and for some
reason, it
seemed this pleased the old man.  He moved over to them, removed
the few
valuable items they had on them and then sat down next to the
quiet man.

The barmaid was very shaken and did not know what she should do,
this man was
a local and not the sort she expected would loot two dead corpses
in a tavern.
 The old man realized she was confused and said, "Sometimes
sacrifices have to
be made to bring order where there is chaos."  The barmaid did
not understand
but tried to smile as if she did.  The old man sighed and turned
to the quiet
man, who was now facing him.

He reached into a satchel hanging at his side and withdrew
several small money
pouches and a black crystal.

He placed the items on the bar, stood up, and bowed akwardly. 
The quiet man
took the items and was gone before the old man could say a word.

Jagar had moved to the other side of the bar somehow and had been
watching and
listening the whole time, but finally the barmaid spotted him.
She smacked him
with the mug she was holding and said, "Go into the back room and
don't come
out until I tell you to."  Jagar said, " was that
man?" His
mother hit him with the mug again and said, "It doesn't matter,
do as you're
told."  The old man scoffed and said, "He was a mercenary I
hired, those two
had to be dealt with."  Jagar's mother turned to hit him again so
that he'd do
as he was told, but found he was already gone.  Jagar had all the
he wanted, for now. That night he decided that one day he too
would be a

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 831 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'