The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lockflinger.
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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lockflinger' scribed in brilliant green ink.
Author: Lockflinger Date Wed Apr 27 00:51:28 2005 Subject Lockflinger escapes the mob Lockflinger Fargo was born, as with most kender, in the wondrous city of Kendermore. From a young age Lockflinger excelled at his birth name, flinging locks. Like most kenders he quickly acceded in the art of lock picking. But once he picked the lock he did what came naturally to him, he flung it. At the young age of 17 Wanderlust struck Lockflinger like the hammer of Reorx. His first adventure was one that would stick out in his mind greater then any other. Lockflinger was walking through the great lord city of Palanthas when he saw the most amazing sight. There was a knight of the sword, about to be promoted to knight of the rose. As the knight was about to kneel Lockflinger began to get bored. Whats this? Lockflinger asked himself looking at a shop behind him, why what a simple lock. Setting his hoopak against the shop Lockflinger began picking the lock. Oddly enough no one seemed to notice the kender doing his handy work. As soon as Lockflinger had the lock open he did what came naturally, he flung it. The lock, unknowingly to Lockflinger, flew and crashed into the knight as he knelt down. The strike knocked him out cold. Everyone turned to look at the kender as he turned to see what had made such an interesting bang. Well hello there, Lockflinger said to the crowed, all looking at him angrily. That was an interesting noise wasnt it? Oh my Lockflinger said as he noticed the form of the unconscious knight, did I do that? Truly amazing dont you think? How could you do that?! one man shouted, He was about to become a knight of the rose! Lockflinger stared blankly, well perhaps the owner of this shop should be held responsible. After all, he did use such a poor lock. A thief could easily break in. He will surly thank me when he returns. I am the owner! the man shouted, now guards, arrest that thief. Thief? Lockflinger asked, turning arround, there he is! Ill catch him for you. And with that Lockflinger grabbed up his hoopak and took off running down the street, his topknot flowing in the wind. Lockflinger turned down an ally, hoping to corner that pesky thief. Oh drat, he said as he looked down the ally, no way out. With that he stuck his hoopaks pointed end into the ground and vaulted over the wall. Lockflinger looked around, that pesky thief must have gotten away. Oh well, at least I stopped him from stealing any more. Lockflinger began walking down the road, away from the mob. He had had an exciting day and was ready for another adventure.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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