The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jaye.

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 small book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jaye' scribed in green ink.


Author:    Jaye           
Date:      Sun Jun  7 05:45:34 2009
Subject     Gully Brigade

"They thinks me an idiot," the gully mumbled to himself as he sharpened
his hatchet on a stone," but I'll show them," he continued. All around the
mumbling gully many other gullies ran about. Each carrying some trinket or
another they think vital to their brigade. Each one felt energized, they
felt important. The news had trickled down the tunnels of Thorbardin that
someone had ordered a Gully Brigade. Noone knew who or what did, quite
frankly they didn't care. They had a purpose and they were fulfilling it.

One particular gully stood apart from the fumbling group, dressed in a
tattered grey "uniform", consisting of torn dish rags and something ungodly
smelly, and watched as the others ran about. The hatchet gully continued to
sharpen his weapon, unaware of the uniformed gully approaching. 

With a sharp smack across the back, the uniformed gully looked down as the
mumbling gully's hand slide off the sharpening stone and across the blade of
the sharp hatchet," watch were ye goin ye dolt..." the gully began to
shout.

"Why you keep those stupid hatchets," the lead gully mocked," its not like
ye see any baddies."

The wounded gully growled and threw the sharpening stone right at the lead
gully's forehead, and began to laugh as the rock knocked him out cold.
Stepping over his unconcious "leader", the gully smirked and kept walking
out of the tunnel mumbling," noone makes fun of me hatchets."

A few hours later, and after much dragging, the lead gully awoke to a rather
sharp knock on his head as the other two gullies dropped him into their "war
room".

Looking around dumbfounded, the lead gully managed to stammer out," who..
who be ye?" as he noticed a Theiwar dwarf sitting at the head of a rickety
table.

"I am the one who ordered you together ye dolt," the dwarf hissed
menacingly. Growing impatient with the gully already, the Theiwar paced
around the table and dragged the bewildered gully to his feet. "I need you
clear headed, or as much as your feeble brain can be," he growled.

The lead gully cringed back from the dwarf's anger, yet having no where to
go began to cry. "Stop that blathering you idiot," the theiwar threatened.
After much effort the gully began to cease it's tears and wipe its filthy
nose on a "clean" spot on it's uniform. "What ye want me to do master?" the
lead gully pleaded.

"I want you to take your "brigade" and go deep into the mines, there you
will find others waiting for you," the theiwar ordered. 

The gully looked at him perplexed, its ruddy features smeared together in
deep thought," where ye want me to go again?" it asked.

Losing his patience with the gully the theiwar lashed out at the gully and
knocked him on his arse," go into the mines till you see noone but a dwarf
in white you dolt."

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 803 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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