The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Malsvir.
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 'Malsvir' scribed in faded green ink.
Author: Malsvir Date Fri Apr 29 20:50:59 2005 Stamp 1114825859 Subject The Beginning... "Son, you can not leave. Harvest will be here here in a couple of days... I need you to help me. I can not do it by myself." Stated a stern figure sitting across the table from me. I looked defiantly into his eyes, and replied, "And after that there will be something else. I have waited patiently and helped you for the last five winters. I am done with helping you. You are not even my Father, I should have left a long time ago." "Malsvir, son, you do not really mean that?" Stated a simple dressed lady sitting by the hearth, "He has treated you as though you were his own son. Show him some respect!" "No, Mother," I yelled, "I will not, I am not going to live my life in misery as the both of you do. I want more out of life besides being a poor farmer..." The lady interrupts, "Stop it!!!! I have had enough of this, you will do as your told." I violently stand up from my chair knocking it over, "I will not hear this anymore. You can stand by my decision and support me, or forget you ever had a son." I proceeded to walk to my bunk to pack my things, when the stern man busted out of his chair and tackled me. Furious, I fought desperately to push the brute off of me, but his strength overpowered me. Fatigue soon settled into my every muscle, but anger fueled me to continue. I knew I could not defeat this foe, by test of strength, so I slowly gathered my self to relax. Concentrating with all my mind, I began to recite the words I had studied for so long. Reaching my hands, I could see my hands glowing a deathly blue. Reaching out, I touched my oppressor on the face and released the magic that flowed through them. The stern man turned a sickly blue and shook from the blast of cold that I thrusted at him. His deathly grip went limp, and I wiggled free. Standing up, I looked at my Mother. A look of shock blanketed her face, "Get out you witch! Get out! Get out!!!!" , she yelled. Tears rolled down her eyes, as I turned and walked out the front door... I was free, but at a cost. With nothing but the clothes on back, I stepped out into the night sky... To be Continued....
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 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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