The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ruck.

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 brief catalogue on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ruck' scribed in light maroon ink.

Author:    Ruck           
Date:      Mon Apr 19 23:10:24 2010
Subject     BG Story

This is long overdue, sorry folks.

It was very apparent there was something wrong with Ruck, even at a young age. He lived with a 
pack of merchant Neidar nomads who possessed different skillsets. His father was a hunter and 
leatherworker, one of the strongest men of his pack, and his mother was a druid, devout of 
Chislev. The first time he can remember his father bringing home a fresh kill and working with 
the flesh of the beast, he grew this lust inside him and stared hypnotized as his father 
explained. He started to try to mimick his fathers behavior, killing small rodents and playing 
with their corpses. Many times his mother would scold him, hoping her son would grow out of this
horrid phase, but it only got worse.

In Ruck's teenage days, he would visit libraries and collect books on his travels. He began to 
try to educate himself, rather than follow in his father's trade, which he began to find too 
mundane for his liking. His obsession with corpses never died however, and he started to 
familiarize himself with human and beast anatomy... many times firsthand, goring cadavers next 
to giant bonfires at night.

His pack began to see that this was not just a phase, and that Ruck was clearly insane, so they 
had a pack meeting and decided to throw him out. His parents, extremely upset, wished Ruck good 
luck on his travels. Ruck travelled and travelled, looking for other folks like himself, and 
found a cult of necromancers. When he learned of The Lord of Death, Chemosh, he immediately 
joined the cult, convinced that this was his life calling.

After years of prayer and meditation, Chemosh began bestowing unholy power upon Ruck, who is 
slipping even deeper and deeper into insanity.

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 823 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'