The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Oso.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Oso' scribed in glowing white ink.


Author:    Oso            
Date:      Thu Sep 14 22:34:07 2006
Subject  the Past

For many years, I lived as a slave, working day and night, untill i was
upon my feet.  My back been lashed raw.  And then it got worse.  I was sold
into the hands of a pirate captain and put to work on the oars, where i was
fed little and shown no sunshine for what seemed a lifetime but could not
have been more then one seaons.  It was in the stormy season, that we were
run upon the reefs, and the boat begain to break apart.  Us slaves and
crippled were left to die, I tried to free myself from the chains but do not
remember breaking free, all I remember was blackness and waking upon the
shores north of Kurmost though I knew not where I was when I awoke only that
before me stood mountains.  While i was unconcious I was visted by a
beutiful elven maiden at lest by thier standards, I prefer the nice rump of
dairy cow myself.  But she came into the ship and broke the shackles that
bound me, lifting me in her arms as though I was a leaf.  We floated through
the water and up into the sky, I remember stars and thats all she said not a
word but did smile once when she droped me to the ground.  For several hours
I sat there praying and thanking all that I had survived, and then as dusk
fell, I ventured into the mountains, where i lived the winter through.  It
was better then my life before although it was hard I lived better then I
ever had.  I made my own clothes and food from animals I trapped and killed.
And my weapons from rocks untill i was able to aquire metal weapons.  

Author:    Oso            
Date:      Fri Sep 15 13:46:29 2006
Subject  the spring a new beggining

Durring the winter, I stayed within the mountains, hunting and trapping
food and furs.  By the end of the winter, I had collected a large pile of
furs.  High from a ledge on the northern edge of the mountains I saw a
sprawling city, where I saw dark armored figures coming and going on a
regular basis.  As spring dawned and the snow began to melt, I ventured into
the city below the mountains which I learn learned was Neraka.  After
several trips down into the city exploring, I brought down the pelts that I
had, I was able to find a tanner to sell them too for a nice price.  With
this money I was able to restore myself to the rightful place of a Minotaur,
a warrior.  It was then that I came across a patrol of the dark knights.  

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 mentions 'We have had over 803 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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