The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ralas.
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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ralas' scribed in light red ink.
Author: Ralas Date: Wed Sep 18 20:38:42 2024 Subject Through the Fog, Pt. 1
"Directions?!" his mother asked in shocked disbelief. "Directions!" confirmed the angry teacher. Ralas protested, "I was trying to get lost, honest! But how am I supposed to get lost if I know every place around here." "The child of any self-respecting family knows how to get lost anywhere," Daisy Thornquill chided her son. "Directions, my foot. You're in a heap of trouble, young kender!" Such was Ralas' childhood, before he acquired his surname. He was perfectly able to get lost in a book, but he sadly always knew he was in the real world. It wasn't entirely his fault, as his hometown was not large and border by dangerous areas unfit for kender until they were older. Legends, histories, and tales beyond the mundane world or the dull war surrounding him fascinated Ralas. These occupied much of his thoughts around his home. Kender elders told him to pay attention, lest he be labelled with his grandmother's tongue-in-cheek surname. She had wandered the world talking to clouds.
Though he did acquire basic survival skills and some ability with healing, the elders still viewed him with concern. Ralas looking for...something else, something that he knew was there but couldn't put his finger on. One week, he woke up feeling itchy and uneasy. He walked further into the outer forest than was safe. Rain had eased up and left a dense fog. Silence and his footsteps reigned, but Ralas felt something pulling him onwards. He reached a small clearing, rather like a room, where he stopped. An impenetrable fog bank loomed ahead, and Ralas heard something. It was the merest trace of sound, but he understood it. "Come," the voice said. The kender realized in that moment that he would take his grandmother's surname as his own, as a badge of honor. And, as Ralas Cloudwhisper stepped through the fog, he emerged in a completely foreign place. He was standing on a rocky mountainside with not a tree in sight. "I did it," he said to the still barely audible voice. "I really am lost. Thank you."
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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