The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sariclie.

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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Sariclie' scribed in rich blue ink.

Author:    Sariclie       
Date:      Tue Jan 21 10:44:41 2014
Subject     A Foul Omen?

*On a tattered cloth nailed to the door of the temple of Paladine* In my travels I have known Fear, tempted Fate, and courted Death. I stood many a year in the darkness, being Shadow, a mistress and deliverer of Pain. There are few things more arousing than the screams of the dying, the ecstasy in sharing a labored last breath. I have enjoyed many such moments. It was in one such play time that a stranger, while choking and bleeding and sobbing, held up a shining disc. The light splayed over it and seemed to come back brighter than when it went in. It was about the size of my hand, and weighed less than it had any right to. A quaking hand slid the disc into my palm and its owner, with his last gasp, spewed the broken line of filth that has brought me here, "It's you.." For a long time I misunderstood him, thinking he meant the disc "for you." Any misconception I had was destroyed by the first time I gazed into the disc. Pain and Death, I saw there, torture and many other sweet revelations. Everything changed the moment I looked into that awful disc, that filthy dung-heap. Pain had my name, and Death was wearing my face. Every sweet sensation I had ever inflicted, I saw and felt there. I saw me. The agony lasted for weeks. When I came to, I found that I could not let go of the disc. When I returned to my playthings I wretched and choked. I no longer find joy in the shadows, only sickness. It is all because of this cursed disc. This ugly, and wretched cesspool that I cannot be rid of. It lead me to this place. It has pulled me from my wondrous shadows, and now I wither in the light. I have been told along the way that it is a scale of a Platinum Dragon, as if such a thing ever existed. I mean to be rid of this blasted thing forever, and return from whence I came. Until then, may the gods have mercy on everyone. -(Signed in her own blood) Sariclie

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 824 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'