The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Oglaf.

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 metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Oglaf' scribed in rich brown ink.

Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu Mar 18 16:32:52 2010
Subject     Background

My name is Oglaf Bloodtusk and I originally hail from a village just
outside of Bloten. My entire life up to this point my father was a very well
respected man in our village, however at home it was a very different story.
He had quite a temper and quite a disdain for my mother, why he married her
I will never know, however he would always beat on her. She never fought
back as she feared what repercussions there may be due to his status in the

One night he came home and it was particularly bad, my mother looked as 
if she was in so much pain.  I could no longer take it, I had to do something.  
In a blind fit of rage I ran towards my father and lightning bolts streaked from 
my hands, stiking him dead.  There was a bright flash, people were sure to come 
see what had happened soon.  My mother looked up at me, distraught.

"Oglaf, son.. what.. what have you done?"

I just stood there.. "Son, you must leave now.  Before the others 
come, here take these supplies and run."

I did not want to leave, but I knew that my mother was right.  The other 
villagers would surely have my head.  I had to leave.  I ran out the back door, 
through the swamp.  As I was running away from the village I heard the screams of
my mother.  I hid behind a tree and looked back on the village.  They were raping
her as she hung in the center of the town.  I closed my eyes, furious.  I will one
day come back and have my revenge.  For now however, I must figure out how it is
that I shot lightning bolts from my hands.

Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu Mar 18 16:42:38 2010
Subject     Background Pt II

After running for many hours, I found a nice spot in a forest to lay down and rest
for a while.  I lay my head down on a mossy rock and drifted off for a while.  I
was in the middle of having a nightmare about what happened back in the village when
I was awoken to the sound of a small creature rummaging through my pack.

"THIEF!!  What are you doing!"

I now realized that it was a kender, furious I swung my staff at him, and a small
magic missile came from my staff knocking him to the ground.

"Ppppllease!  Don't hurt me!  I was only looking!!  I wasn't going to actually
t-t-take anything!"

I looked at the staff.. how did that happen?  Why are these things happening?  The
kender noticed my look of confusion.

"Why do you look so confused?"

"I'm not sure why these things are happening, things keep flying out of my hands
when I get angry."

"OH!  I know people that can help you, this one time I was following this elf
around and he showed me to a tower full of people that could do things like you
do.  I can show you if you would like.  Would you like me to show you?  I would
love to show you."

I was very reluctant to follow a kender around, but at least he had some sort of

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 846 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'