The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Oats.
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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Oats' scribed in blue ink.
Author: Oats Date: Sat Jul 14 02:03:31 2018 Subject An Unfortunate Case of the Butterfingers
By Sargannos's grace, I've lived long enough to hit 101 couple moons ago. A couple of my orc and gobbie friends decided to go to the go to the nearest inn in Palanthas, take some ale, and drink it down in the sewers like the good old days. With my band of fellow ogres we just raided a nearby elf village just outside the forest of Estwilde and I decided to head to Palanthas. Travelling through the Darkwoods and the Solamnic outpost proved more challenging than anticipated. Those knights are tough critters. They don't go down easily and they always have their full on armor on. Those sheet metal wont stop me from crushing their skulls. Battle and travel weary, I finally made it into Palanthas couple days earlier than scheduled. I guess thats better than being late. I decided to get myself refreshed at the healer with the coinage I looted from those poor knights earlier. As I was about to enter the Great Dome where the healer was residing, I caught this sneaky dwarf going through my haversack. I yelled in common 'WHAT THE KIRI ARE YOU DOING?' He must have been drawn to my newly acquired Haversack I found amongst my travel but thats for another time. I immediately tried to grab his face but he was too swift for me. It moved much faster than I thought a dwarf could possibly go. I gave chase to that smelly short thing of a humanoid and with my outstretched hand, grabbed his cloak, slamming him to the ground. I must have concussed him as he lied down motionless for a while. I decided to teach him a lesson, drew out my club and started bludgeoning him. As he was bleeding out of every orifice of his face, he regained consciousness and started running towards the port. At that point he was swift enough to run away from me and blended in with the towns folk. I was too tired to bother with him and decided to continue on with my original plan of resting at the Great Dome for the night. As I was falling asleep, I had the great idea of asking the group if they wanted to hunt for some Dwarven treasures in the mines of Thorbardin. That silly encounter with the butterfinger dwarf made me upset and I needed to hunt down some Dwarf and steal their treasures.
It's been a while the gang and I have went on a rampage. There's been rumblings that the Dragonarmy has been advancing near Hillhome (where the pesky Dwarves with their long mangly beards live) in search for treasures in Skullcap. After convincing my brothers (and sisters) at the Marauder council meeting, I managed to the elders to allow me to take a group out to "scout" out the DA. They were afraid of the elves coming into our territory after the raids of their outpost villages earlier. We made our rituals, offered our prayers to the Gods and bode farewell to our families and left home and treked our way through the mountains to catch up with the DA folks. It took us a while, had to send couple ogres back to camp for breaking their ankles on those heavy stony hills but we finally made it. After several weeks, we got to Skullcap looking for some DA but at the same time wouldn't mind some of the treasures the rumors suggested. It took several days for us to find any tracks but managed to stumble upon what seemed like a scouting party. I couldn't believe it. We weren't able to find an army of DA but we did what looked like find a scouting party of two, a human and a sivak. It seemed like those two were paving way for the army to storm through. Luck had it, those two were tired and weary from their travels. We knew this was a chance. In fact, I told my scouting party to stay behind and I would take care of them myself. When the human soldier wandered off leaving the Sivak to tend to its wounds, I pounced on him. Dirt kicked him, which is my go to move so that they can't see how handsome I am, first. It didn't take long for him to try fleeing. There were gashes all over his body and was profusely bleeding. A tourniquet was needed on all of his limbs or he was going to go into a hypovolemic shock. He did eventually manage to get away from my sight but I just tracked the trail of blood. When I caught up to the little bugger, he was going through a cardiogenic shock and was wreathing in pain. I did him a favor by bashing his skull in with the hilt of my axe. I checked his belongings for any kind of maps but he was bare. Seemed like the other human companion was the one to target. After offering a prayer for my latest sacrifice, I grouped up with my party and we decided to go find this companion. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful with that. Maybe another day.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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