The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Keraz.


Everything goes dark.

You wake as the world keeps rocking back and forth, it seems you've fallen and were put on the deck of a small craft in the Palanthas harbor. A small desk in the corner bears a fairly new book reading...

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Keraz.

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 tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Keraz' scribed in brilliant maroon ink.

Author:    Keraz          
Date:      Fri Sep 26 19:02:12 2008
Subject     Keraz Ohn Koraf

Keraz was born a bastard, his mother a Kazelati and his father unknown to
him. Even as a young boy his mother had forbade him to ask of his sire and
would quickly hush his queries.

His quiet life in the village on Nethosak had been shaken one day when he
spied a small ship perched partially upon the shoals, not a stones throw
from the beach. He was young and proud, having no need for an elder to help
him and strode out into the surf. The tides were low so he had no problems
climbing across the shoals as they were quite exposed.

'The captain must have been a fool to not see the shoals gleaming brightly
as the surf burst into bubbles around them' he muttered as he carefully
surveyed the scene. With a quick burst of impetuous youthfulness, Keraz
landed upon the deck of the floundering craft and began to look for

After a few moments he dawned the realization... the ship was adrift, how
had he not felt the shift? His uncle would surely never let him hear the end
of this.

The usual creaking of wood and slapping of the gentle waves upon the hull
came to him, but there was another sound... snoring?

Keraz quietly opened the hatch of the small vessel and looked into the dimly
lit cabin below. A figure was there sleeping on the bed, although it's rest
seemed different to the young bull. The breathing was too even. So he shook
the man, an older human wearing white simple robes, but had no success with
waking him.

'Wake up you old... uh' Keraz pondered, what do you call a human again?

Then with a lurch, the small ship tipped and just as quickly righted itself.
The old man rolled into the headboard and made a loud cracking sound. 'Ouch,
that one will leave a mark!' thought Keraz.

'OOOPH!!' the old human cried, then glanced about himself hurriedly and
spied the young bull watching him intently. 'Where is this place young one?'
the man asked with a gentle demand.

'Nethosak..' the bull began, still in puzzlement of the situation.

'Ah, yes, and the year?' the man continued, baffling the youngster with his
nonchalant demeanor.

'Um... 349, Month of the Phoenix....' Keraz began.

'By the glare of Solinari... I've lost so much time!' the old man winced,
then continued 'Can you sail?'. At the snort of the incredulous young bull
he realized his error... of course this young minotaur could sail, as easily
as most could walk.

'Good, then we have a long voyage ahead of us young one!' he exclaimed with
a grin.

'But, I can not just leave like that!' the young bull exclaimed with a

'Oh, but we already have' explained the man as he fumbled with a small
pouch. 'By the way, have I told you the story of Huma?'

The young bull puzzled for a moment, then remembered out loud 'Kaziganthi's
follower? Hey, my mother had a book like this one' his thoughts quickly
turned as he saw the binding of a nice tome.

'Qpabraw dudasabru' the old man uttered quietly and handed a small rose
petal to the young bull. 'We must sail now young one, I will see how much
she taught you as we go... and this time...'


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