The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Merthos.

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 thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Merthos' scribed in dull maroon ink.


Author:    Merthos        
Date:      Mon Mar 10 19:59:12 2008
Subject     merthos

The white moon broke slowly over the towering spires of Silvanost. From
his posistion in the temple of Solinari, Merthos watched it dispassionatly.
Another night in this lonely temple, trapped here with the old, dottering
mages who hadn't posessed enough magical ability to dispassionatly. Another
night in this lonely temple, trapped here with be trusted with anything
other than teaching the novice mage classes. 

"And as we can see from the relative positions of the stars, the 
great moon's rotation is in fact influencing the tides of Krynn as well."

Merthos glanced down at his starchart in annoyance.  Already he had mapped
the positions of the White and Red moons for the next two years.  He sniffed
in distain as the other students paid rapt attention to the old elf who
stood in front of them all, laughing inwardly as they scribbled and crossed
out calculations. 

As he glanced up at the sky, he noticed something odd about the white
orb suspended above the temple.  There seemed to be a shadow at the edge of 
the moon, that blocked some of the light.  It was slight but Merthos, who was
by now extremely bored with the lesson, was able to tell that it must be the
shape of Nuitari, the third moon, worshiped by the Black Robes.  

Merthos pondered.  Perhaps this was the way to cast off these silly students, 
with their moronic master.  Perhaps this moon offered him his freedom.  Perhaps
it offered him power.  He did not look at the moon again that night, but he knew 
it was there, and he felt its gaze on him. 

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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