The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kaevar.

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 worn book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kaevar' scribed in earth-colored green ink.


Author:    Kaevar         
Date:      Fri Apr 12 22:56:27 2019
Subject     Drifting through time

Wearily Kaevar reached up and grasped the rocking lantern in his palm to steady its glow. He mumbled to himself as he leafed through a stack of parchment maps that had run and faded, some sticking together. "Irreplaceable they were, each of 'em, it's truly a shame they're gone." Shuffling the pile together his eyes parse the word Karthay and his mind begins to ponder on his mistakes in the Courrain. Perhaps next time he'd find a more credible source. Perhaps... The more his mind wandered about the subject, the drier his mouth got. As he pierced his dividers down through the stack of maps into wood his daunting thoughts began to break, turning positively to that lovely cask of Dwarven rum he'd procured before forced to set sail. "No wine, no ale, but just enough of the good stuff!" He proclaimed, rocking it gently. His stomach was rumbling and for a moment he couldn't remember when he last ate, "no worries old friend, I'll fill ye soon enough!" He said as he ran the tap dry filling his, some would it call it a canteen, he called it a flask. Carefully he raised it to his lips, but as he did he paused in realization. Shoving his hand forwards he pushed open the door to his cabin and walked to the bow of his sloop. He glanced up at the starry night as he approached, taking note of his bearing. His eyes scanned to the constellation of his Tempest, the Darkling Sea, the stars leaving a trail in his vision connecting the dots. A grin began to curl on the corner of his lip, a slightly mad glare in his eye as he raised his "flask." The horizon beneath the constellation appeared to warp and twist in a maelstrom to him, certainly it had to be caused by malnutrition. He paused for a second, lost in the splendor of his lady, then slaked his thirst with the last of the rum. The boat rocked gently in the ocean current, he turned back to the bow as he grew closer and closer to shore, the lanterns of Palanthas beginning to glow brighter in the distance. "Never been to this shithole, heard they got good rum." Loosing the helm, he began drawing the pulley to furl sail as he approached the pier. "And strong lads too..." he chortled as he tied off the rope, incidental remorse in his mind causing him to halt abruptly. Returning to the helm he eyed up a spot to dock his ragged vessel and headed in. A young man trudged out the docks to meet him, placing his lantern on the post he signaled to tie off at. "Twenty gold stranger, no one docks for free" the runt spat at him. "Aye lad, I'm no scoundrel" Kaevar replied as he tied off. Withdrawing some coin from his pocket he generously gave double fare, neither the boy nor the dockmaster would have time to find out it was counterfeit. The boy eyed the coin suspiciously, trying to bend and scratch it with his teeth. "We're square sailor, don't get thrown in jail, you pay good!" the boy said as he dropped it in his pouch and tied it off, then he hurried off down the docks back to his master's shack. He took another look behind him intently into the sea as if he were expecting to be followed, or to see someone there. "I hope they don't let cows in this damn city." Kaevar muttered as he checked his affects, with a staggered turn he wheeled himself down the docks of the great city of Palanthas in search of crew and answers...but first, he decided, first rum.

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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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