The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Konnor.

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 gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Konnor' scribed in light orange ink.


Author:    Konnor         
Date:      Tue May  4 02:08:41 2010
Subject     Discovery

Brushing aside ages of dust covering the cobblestones, I found the one I
was looking for. Barely noticeable after so many decades was a stylized rose
that was pressed into the stone so long ago. Pulling my dagger, I wedged it
into the crack and pulled the story up, revealing a hidden compartment.
Reaching down, I lifted out a leather satchel that bulged with bound
parchment.

Several weeks later I sat at a tavern in Stone Rose, reviewing the sheets
spread before me. In my grandfather's neatly scrawled handwritting was
documentation showing our family lineage, tracing back to before the
Cataclysm. I silently gave thanks to my father for hiding them in our
family's ancestral home years ago. The chaos of the Age of Despair had seen
our castle reduced to ruins many decades before I was born, but he knew
where to place such a precious gift where I could one day find it.

Before leaving Stone Rose, I visited the famous monument. My father had
always wanted to make the pilgrimage there, so I left a single rose at the
base in honor of his memory. Using the few coins I had I was able to
purchase a berth on a ship bound for Palanthas, working a shift on deck to
pay for my meals.

Knowing that there was a contingient of Knights in the city, I have come to
seek an audience with Lord Railen, to submit my petition to become a
Solamnic Knight, and to retake the heritage of my ancestors.

The harbor guard looked at me, exasperated. "All I asked was what business
you had in the city. I didn't ask for your life story."

Blushing slightly, I apologized as he waved me through the gates and hurried
towards my destination. 

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 mentions 'We have had over 803 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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