The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rysk.

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 private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rysk' scribed in brilliant maroon ink.

Author:    Rysk           
Date:      Tue Oct  7 22:03:04 2014
Subject     Rysk's Dream

Rysk really wasnt his name, well not the name the young kender was given at birth. But it was a good name, a name that Rysk chose for himself for a next chapter in his life. At first glance, Rysk didnt appear to be much different from any of the other kenders wandering around the lands - short, always involved in some adventure, and often underfoot. But Rysk had a dream that set him apart from all his brethren. He wanted to be a Knight, perhaps one of the first kender Knights. Growing up, he shared his dream with his parents, his teachers and his friends. Everyone told him the same thing. Give up your dream. You are a kender, too short, untrained, and too old. Knights begin training when they are young, progressing from pages to squires, and then if lucky, knighted into the service of the King or Ruler. But Rysk never gave up on his dream. When he was alone, he would a pot as a helmet, a rusty chainmail shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a long dagger as his sword. Then he was practice his footwork, lunging again and again until he could hit a leaf even with his eyes closed. Sighing, the young kender stared at his reflection in a nearby stream. I look like a fool. No Knight would even look twice at me. I need a trainer to hone my skills or I have no chance at all. Rysk closed his eyes, offering a short prayer to Sirrion, Lord Sirrion, I beg you to accept me as your follower. Feed the fire inside me, transform me into Your paladin so I might serve You. Rysk returned to the village with a new sense of direction. To the chagrin of his parents, he informed everyone that it was time for him to leave the village and begin his new life, first finding someone to train him. Gathering up his few belongings, he waved good-bye and left before his lost his resolution. Reaching the town of Solace, he was greeted by the Solace town watchmen everywhere he went. Smiling in return, Rysk noticed the uniforms and weapons, all spit and polished. Clearing his throat, Would you know of anyone here who would be available to train me? Trying hard not to laugh out loud, the Sergeant looked up and down the kender. Son, you dont seem exactly Knight material, if you get my drift. The pages here are bigger than you. Not willing to give up, Rysk shook his head. Thank you, Sergeant, but it is my dream. I will try elsewhere. Thanks anyway. Seeing the resolve in the young kender, the Sergeant relented. Well, I cant promise anything, but if you search below you will find an antique shop. The owner, Emla, is a friend of mine and has taken on students before. She even has a mannekin that doubles as a dummy. Beaming a huge smile, Rysk saluted the Sergeant and hurried off to find Emla. But when he entered her shop, he only saw lots of merchandise and let out a huge sigh. The shopkeeper looked up from taking inventory and studied the young kender. What is your name and why are you in my shop? Bowing low, Rysk stammered nervously, Maam, my name is Rysk and I was told that you might train me. I would like someday to become a Knight. Emla didnt say anything, just continued her measuring stare. Come here, let me see your weapon. Rysk moved closer, light on his feet -- he was a kender after all -- and pulled out his long dagger. Blushing slightly, here is my dagger...err sword. It seems the right size for me. The shopkeeper noticed the callouses on his fingers, the quick, graceful footwork. Rysk, I never judge someone by his size, but by his dedication, his heart. The path that you chose is long and may at the end result in failure. Do you really want to continue? Looking up into Emlas green eyes, the kender nodded his head. With all my heart, Maam. When do we begin? If you pass by the shop, you might hear the sound of Rysk working against the mannequin, trying to master his new found skills. Perhaps one day he may become a Knight after all.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 842 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'