The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kalrakin.

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 large tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kalrakin' scribed in black ink.


Author:         Kalrakin
Date    Tue Oct 25 17:23:52 2005
Subject  Kalrakin Anovenax

"Get him!!...  You'll regret this you DOG!  You'll regret the day you 
took advantage of my daughter."   Said Thirgian Mordinlin as he directed his 
guards towards the fleeing young man.  Kalrakin ran as fast as he could 
across the house, down the stairs and towards the main door.  Damn...  
Guards.  He turned and ran past a startled servand and jumped across a 
closed window out into the patio.  His arms were full of cuts from the 
glass, but he stll managed to continue into the stables, where Thirgian's 
prized stalion was kept.  "Nice...  Come on luv, let's you and me take a 
little stroll together" He mounted the stalion and made it past the front 
gate, before the angry merchant or his guards even came out the house's 
front door.  As he rode out he promised himself, he would never take a 
lady's invitation to come to her bedroom unless he was sure her father, or 
husband for that matter, was away, FAR away.   
 
 
 
Knowing he would not be very welcome in Tarsis after that little evening's 
escapade, Kalrakin rode off into the desert, heading eastwards towards 
Sanction, intending to go past it to Neraka.   
 
As he reached Neraka he found that war was brewing in this part of the 
world, they seemed to be in need of fresh troops, and well.....  He HAD been 
taken to the church of Takhisis at a very young age....  Perhaps this was 
his Queen's way of showing she wanted his hand in her armies for this war.  
And he did need a job, and food.  Yes the trip had been long, he needed 
food.   

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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