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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Malmere' scribed in glowing maroon 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.
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