The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Malmere.

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 on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Malmere' scribed in unearthly yellow ink.


Author:    Malmere        
Date:      Tue Jul  1 04:08:06 2008
Subject     Paladine's Blessing

A small human man wandered around Palanthas, wearing a soft white
Priest's outfit he had found outside the tower of the High Clerist. Slowly
he walked down Ruby Street towards Steel, his destination the local Cleric's
guild where he hoped to learn abit more of the minor healing touch he
learned he was blessed with years earlier. Upon finding his destination, the
young human man was distraught to find the guild closed for the evening.
Disheartened, but guided by his lord Paladine, the man decided to rest in an
alley across the street for the night. 

Huddled in a corner that night, two dark strangers approached the aspiring
cleric. Thieves, footpads, however you phrased it these men wanted his
money. Scared, cold, and half asleep the man staggered to his feet only to
reveal to the muggers that he had no money, only the blessing of his lord
and the minor skills in healing. Displeased, the muggers pulled a knife on
the man and seemed intent on murdering him. As the taller man of the two
approached a bright blinding light began to glow from a small diamond that
hung from a necklace around the young cleric's neck. 

This light eminated powerfully throughout the corner and light up the
alleyway entirely. The two robbers, scared and thrown off from their plan
ran from the alleyway leaving the follower of Paladine to his blessings.
Relief poured over the mans face as he realized he would be able to survive
the day. Sweat dripped from his brow as he looked over towards the guild of
clerics. A short stocky dwarf was unlocking the door, and the sun suddenly
shed a single beam from over the building that stood at the end of the
alley. Morning had come, and the man would find sanctuary within the guild. 

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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