The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Mariasana.

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 pamphlet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Mariasana' scribed in rich blue ink.

Author:  Mariasana
Date    Sat Nov 27 14:25:37 2004

Subject  A begining.

Mariasana found out early on she wasn't quite like her kenderkin playmates.
When others got bruised, scratched, or otherwise smacked about, her touch
could sooth the pain, a born healer. Over the years, she grew into a young
kender maid, and ended up with the traveling itch. She packed her bags, and
followed after a visiting cleric of Mishakal, learning much on the journey,
before parting ways, with a newfound faith. Her travels brought her to
Palanthas, to learn more of the healing arts in the great library. From there,
her adventures would unfold...

Author:  Mariasana
Date    Mon Sep 19 21:01:11 2005
Subject  The tale of a young elf: Mariasana's reflections

Mariasana sighed as she leaned against the bed in her 'guest' quarters within
the encampment of the Knighthood of Takhisis and recalled the events that had
lead to her arrival there. Surely, this is the last place one would expect to
find her.
"Why can't you be content with the family business like your brothers,
Mariasana?" Her father blustered. It was an often repeated argument.

"At least, darling, you could be more willing to make an attempt to be so."
Her mother stated softly, already bracing herself for the response.

"I am my own person. These walls are dull and dreary. I wish to know of the
world outside," Mariasana stated firmly, but tiredly. They had been at this
argument for hours. "I wish to study the arcane arts, and be SOMEBODY, not
just the wife of a wine-maker or heiress to some winery."

The silence held for all of a few moments. Then her father's temper broke
completely. "You shall NOT refer to the Celeblasse Vinards that way! You
should be proud of your family, not going off to study magic." He sighed. "In
fact, I forbid you from studying such until you learn some respect for your

Mariasana's mother tried to speak, but was cut off by Mariasana's response.
"Fine, father. I am bound by your rules if I am to live in your house." She
calmly turned from the room. Her father looked smug, thinking he won the
argument finally. It wasn't until morning they found her room empty, her bed
unslept in.
Three years later, Mariasana had learned the basics of magic from a tutor.
They were traveling to one of the Towers of High Sorcery. It was an accident
when her tutor was bumped midspell, trying to teach a basic spell to summon a
rose. Instead, a cow materialized right infront of the minotaur captain. The
crew took no time to toss the elder mage overboard. It was shortly thereafter
that Mariasana was let off near Kalaman. She soon found herself in Vogler. It
would be there her fate would take a twist none would expect. Her missing
aunt's kin would appear... but not in a form any of Mariasana's kin would have
ever expected. A Knight... A Knight of Takhisis. Ayasana was her name... so
similar a name... Coinidence she thought. The necklace. Found or stolen,
looted, Mariasana thought. But then... there was the book of family history.
The reference to the wine from the storehouses in Qualinost. The hint of minor
nobility from Ayasana. She couldn't deny it further. Ayasana was family. And
she offered something grand. The ability to learn the magic of all three
moons... and the offer of a family that wouldn't chastise her for her choice
of adventure over tradition, or so she thought. But, she wondered. Would it be
worth the cost... the price that her homeland would extract for what she knew
she would become if she took her cousin's offer. She thought back, to the
troubles of her home, then laughed, bitterly. "Perhaps, this is what I was
destined to find after all."

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