The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Maraxus.

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 tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Maraxus' scribed in deep brown ink.


Author:    Maraxus        
Date:      Wed Oct 31 02:56:22 2007
Subject     Leadership, or lack thereof?

Looking upon the High Clerist Tower, Maraxus felt a swell of pride as he returned from his excursion in Solace, helping train young warriors
and giving them more insight into the ways of the Solamnic Knights. Encouraging them to abide by a code of honor and not to turn to the
treacherous behavior of those such as the ones that walk the path of darkness amongst those of the Dragonarmies. The tower rose shining
brilliantly in the last hours of sun that remained of the day. A young knight rode out to meet Maraxus' caravan as they approached, riding up
alongside of Maraxus the young knight gave him a cheerful smile.

"Lord Maraxus, it is great to see you back. We have all been anticipating your return for many months now. How were travels to Solace?"

"They went excellently, I was able to work with many of Solace's young men and give them guidance. Many of them seemed to be very prosperous
I hope that many of them aspire to join our ranks..."

Riding through the gates, Maraxus looked about and noticed how abandoned it looked inside, scanning back behind him he saw that the only people
present at the wall were the two that were opening the gates. The courtyard was completely lifeless as he dismounted his steed and gave the knight
that had come to greet him a troubled look.

"Where is everyone, why are there not more men posted atop the battlements? And how can there be no training going on while there are still
hours of daylight to be expended?"


"Our ranks have been growing slim under the lack of discipline that currently seem to plague the knighthood. Morale has been on the decline
recently as a result of it, new young squires are not getting fully trained and many that were expected to arrive have not shown and I believe
it is because of what is NOT getting done anymore. The squires that trained under you have been vigilant in awaiting your return in hopes that
things would go back to the way they were."

Frowning deeply, Maraxus felt frustration and anger about the shambles that the knighthood had fallen to in his absence. Things would have to be
turned around, those that never arrived would have to be contacted to once again give them the encouragement to join the knighthood. Those that
were already present would need to be trained more fervently than before and imbue some enthusiasm back into them and prepare them for a battle
that may be forthcoming in the future. The lack of leadership that has begun to shatter the spirits of those that remained within these walls
is unacceptable, and should be seen as such by any Lord Knight of any order that builds this knighthood. 

"Walk with me to the Grand Mistress' Office and tell me more about what has or has NOT been going on around here."

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 803 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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