The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kentaro.

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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kentaro' scribed in rich grey ink.

Author:    Kentaro        
Date:      Thu Aug 24 17:21:50 2017
Subject     Heed the warning.

While looking at all of the bloody bandages strung throughout the room, Kentaro couldn't help but wonder how he made it out of Palanthas alive. Taking a deep breath as he sat on the cot in his sleeping quarters of the merchant ship Kladre. He began to reminsce of his recent encounter with a brute that left him unconscious. "Or Bazin for that matter." he exclaimed out loud, talking to himself. Looking around the room and then rising to his feet. Kentaro grabbed some light armor for his wounded shoulder and started strapping it on. Peering out the window he could notice other ships gathering in the harbor. After retrieving the rest of his gear, he stepped outside onto the deck of the ship. He could see the outline of the city of Sanction on the horizon. Finally after traveling east on the New Sea for several nights they had almost made it. Reaching into his satchel he pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper with some common writing on it and began to read to himself. The first of many warnings has been issued: Her majestys forces will no longer be content to sit idle. Any who do not pay homage with heart, body... Kentaro looked up from the paper and gestured to one of the sailors on the deck to come closer. Inform the captain we must tread lightly. If we are spotted by The Queens loyal we shall surely quarrel . He handed the piece of paper to the sailor as they both nod in conformation. Let's be on our guard and ready for anything. The Nerakan half-elf turned and walked toward the front of the ship. He was in deep thought and concern. It had been many years since war and famine drove his family from their home. He looked up at the sky for a moment and then back down at the city in the distance. A serious look came over his face as he grasped the handle of his blade. He muttered a prayer to himself before saying loud enough for those around him to hear. The Queen of Darkness looks to cast her shadow across our land again? Kentaro questioned as he approached the rail on the side of the ship. May the wind be at our back, and the sun on our face. For we will no longer flee into the forests at night.. We will fight these monsters.. This... Dragonarmy. After a brief pause and moment of meditation, Kentaro began to walk up the deck toward the captains quarters.

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