The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Okar.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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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 'Okar' scribed in vibrant green ink.

Author:    Okar           
Date:      Wed Mar 10 01:17:14 2010
Subject     (BG) A New Life.  A New Beginning.

Okar's life is a huge mystery, one he is still trying to 
figure out himself. This is because only three short 
years ago, he awoke in the plains of Abanasinia with 
complete and total amnesia.  
Remembering nothing of his life before, he wandered, 
stopping between the tribes, asking if anyone knew or 
remembered him, but his quest was in vain. And since most 
of the barbarians distrusted outsiders, he was an 
outcast, even when allowed to settle.  
He spent many months camped by himself, searching his 
mind for the answers that never came.  But during this 
self imposed exile, he began to gain wisdom and some 
insight into the natural world around him. 
Late one night, he awoke with a bash to the face, and 
standing over him were several goblins, others were 
ransacking his things, and out of instinct or subconcious 
knowlege coming back, he reacted with blinding speed and 
strength.  They stood little chance as he made quick work 
of them.  There was only one left, cowering and begging 
in an unknown tongue, and again something of a memory 
came back.  He could not kill it defenseless.  So he gave 
it a good kick and it ran away.
He realized there were inate skills in him, something 
natural or learned but forgotten in whatever caused him 
to lose his memory.  So he began to practice his unarmed 
combat, but also develope his mind.  Many an hour he 
would spend in silent meditation, finding balance in his 
mind, and trying to remember his past. 
And finally he came upon Tantallon.  A small remote town 
in the Eastwall Mountains.  It was much different than 
the barbarians, having a more civilized culture, as it 
was ruled by a Solamnic lord.  He became an apprentice to 
the local leather smith, and excelled in tanning and 
curing hides, fashioning them into armors, but also quite 
detailed bags, and even exotic etched leather art. 
He had done an enormous stretched leather mural of a 
beautiful Vallenwood tree, a true masterpiece,  when a 
local man stopped by.  He told him it reminded him of 
Zivilyn, The god of Wisdom, also called the Tree of Life.
And so Okar found as much reading material as possible on 
the wise god, and talked to those who knew about his 
worship.  Did he create the mural subconciously or was 
Zivilyn calling to him.  He just knew instinctively that 
this diety was his destiny.  And this is how he began to 
worship him.
Three years later, having developed a strict code of 
conduct and a balanced lifestyle, coupled with a devout 
respect and reverence for Zivilyn, he knew it was time to 
venture out into the world.  He would find the answers to 
his past, now having the tools to cope with whatever he 
would find.  And he wanted to find others who were as 
devout to the God's as himself.  
And so now his true adventure begins.  And he knows that 
no matter what happens, he has been given grace and 
wisdom to see it through. Indeed a new start.  A new beginning.   

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.'