The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lidaiun.

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 beautiful hard bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lidaiun' scribed in faded blue ink.

Author:    Lidaiun        
Date:      Mon Dec 27 04:01:47 2010
Subject     Starting Anew

A warship cuts through the rippling surface, creating waves of its own.
Oars row steadily to the drum beats, and heavy grunts can be heard between
breaks. The canvas swells up from a strong gust, propelling the body
forward; the Red Condor proudly pruning upon it. Several horned figures,
grayed out by fog and distance, move about the deck. At the prow, one
scrutinizes the coast, populated with boulders and foliage. As the ship
glides by, another horned figures stirs from the undergrowth.

"Guess my absence was noted." the minotaur mutters. Once sails are no longer
visible, she emerges from the shadows. She shakes off leaves, twigs, and
large clumps of dirt clinging to her once-white fur. Weeks of skirting the
search party has dyed the albino a dark greyish brown. But the eyes remain
typically red. She shifts slightly and an angle of light glances off,
emitting a flash of brass.

Absentmindedly, Lidaiun touches the left horn where it's broken at the tip.
Grimacing, she secures the leather straps of her armor, and layers some
cloth to silence the chainmail around her waist. Steel plates welded to her
forearms gleam dully as she clears a path through the brush. Lidaiun comes
upon a crossroad; a sign points north towards Lacynos. Below the sigh hangs
a weathered parchment. It's on to its last nail, positioned at a steep angle
with one corner up. She peers at it, the worn lettering reads

The minotaur assumes the last part refers to Tarsis, a good several months
travel from Mithas. Well, it's a start she shrugs. Keeping to the dense
growth and shadows off the main road, Lidaiun continues north. A few hours
elapse and the Gates of Lacynos loom in the distance. Armed guards can be
seen patrolling the towers and gates. First things first, getting past the
guards... Then figuring how to acquire passage to Palanthas. 

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.'