The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kiri.

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 folio on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kiri' scribed in rich yellow ink.

Author:    Kiri           
Date:      Thu Feb 26 23:54:33 2009
Subject     Lance Quest

It was an unusually warm day. The sun was burning down through the
clouds. The knight shifted in his saddle as he galloped across the plains.
He could feel the sweat trickling down his back underneath the cumbersome
armor. He was a Solamnic Knight of the Sword, though, and was used to it by

He pushed his horse harder today than usual. He carried an urgent message
from the Outpost back to the High Clerist. What he didn't know was that his
message was about to become much more urgent. 

The knight shifted again in the saddle as his horse galloped towards a small
hill on the plains. Peering out towards the hill ahead of them, he could see
nothing... hear nothing. Weary of the unusual quiet all around him, he
turned and scanned in all directions, but he still heard nothing. He
approached the small hill and begain his short ascent to the top. Strong
winds blew across the plains as he neared the crest. 

All of the sudden his horse stopped, almost throwing the knight from his
mount. It took all his skill and strength to hold the horse in place. He
realized the horse was frightened about something... but what. He quickly
dismounted and decided to march to the crest of the hill and see what waited
on the other side. Just as he barely could see out across the other side, it
lunged up from the other side and stared him in the face. 

By now the knight's mount had ran off. He felt the fear set in and couldn't
move. It was a dragon. He found himself face to face with a large Blue. He
couldn't even begin to wonder where it had come from or why it was there.
The dragonfear consumed him, leaving him almost breathless. The knight
faltered and stumbled to his knees as the dragon sucked in all the air it's
lungs would hold. Then it happened. Blinding light flashed from it's mouth
as a fierce bolt of lightning slammed into his chest. 

The last thing he saw was the blinding white light coming from the mouth of
the blue. He opened his eyes and found himself still encompassed by the
light. He could see nothing and, strangely, feel nothing - nothing but
relaxation. He ran his hands over his chest and face. Everything was there.
He was not harmed. Then he heard the voice begin to speak. 

Young knight, do not be afraid. You haven't much time so please, hear me. 

The young knight asked, "W-who are you? Where is this place." 

I haven't time to explain much. I am Kiri-Jolith - son of Palidine, brother
to Habbakuk. I have spared you so that you may carry a message back to High
Clerist and the good people of Krynn. The ranks of evil begin to fill. Soon
they will be strong. You will need a weapon to fight them and their dragons.
Shortly after the cataclysm, the remaining DragonLances were shattered and
their pieces spread throughout Krynn. 

You must find them now before they are in the wrong hands. Go now, young
Knight, and make haste. 

The knight opened his eyes. The light was gone and he was back in the
plains. Lying on his back staring up into the clouds, he rolled his head
over to the side. Frightened, he jumped to his feet and almost fell as he
stumbled backwards. Lying there next to him was the great blue. It was dead.
At the bottom of the hill was his horse, uninjured and grazing. Mounting up,
he stared for a moment at the lifeless dragon on the hill - proof that this
was no dream. 

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