The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Sniivlo. With a loud pop and a bang, a strange looking cooking stove, or perhaps it was one of those many strange gnomish invention type things, it is hard to say but a small sign on the side reads... "Themachinetomoveapersonfromoneroomtoanotherinveryshortorderaslongas - (it continues to read something about the rooms being connected but your eyes grow weary and it becomes hard to focus on it). After the smoke clears you find yourself in...

The Private Laboratory of Sniivlo

Beakers, wires, all kinds of glasswares line the tables in here, with notebooks lying on their sides, and a small gnome looking up with bewilderment through his soot covered spectacles... 'Wouldn't you know it... it worked!' he exclaims as your eyes fall upon a comprehensive study.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sniivlo.

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Sniivlo' scribed in faded orange ink.

Author:    Sniivlo        
Date:      Thu Aug 17 14:11:50 2006
Subject  Sniivlo, the Alchemist.

Sniivlo was born in the mountains of Sancrist isle after the Dragonarmy had
wrought it's mischief upon the place.

Sniivlos father was a tinker gnome, one who left Sancrist to complete his
studies when Sniivlo was only a meer child. On his travels he met up with the
most attractive Gnome he had ever seen in his life, he dated and boned her and
out popped a Sniivlo.

Ok, there was more to it than that, but even Sniivlo doesn't want to know.

One day while Sniivlo was wondering what his lifequest would be, he happened
to notice his father dropping a glass beaker off the laboratory shelf. With a
flick of his hand a small white feather appeared and the beaker slowly floated
to the ground! Outstanding! Sniivlo thought, and he began to observe his
father now, more than the experiments.

After gleening all that he could from his father, he informed him of his wish
to follow his lifequest. His father was overjoyed, but mystified as Sniivlo
hadn't informed him just what his quest was... little did his father know, it
was mostly magical, partially tinkering, and entirely arcane...

(OOC, Gnome mage, pk, going to wack some KOT's (all with due recourse of
course)) Sniivlo, the Alchemist.

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