The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sorthrus.
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 'Sorthrus' scribed in dull brown ink.
Author: Sorthrus Date Wed Dec 12 09:42:37 2001 Subject The Legions of Chipmunks The silence of the forest surrounding the outskirts of Yarus hung heavy as birds paused in their conversations.. rabbits dug deeper into their homes.. and the chattering of a single chipmunk ended in a faint rustle beneath the underbrush. Moments passed and yet the silence continued, a single presence of Dark Knights offered the only sound as armor brushed against branch and bush alike in an effort to be free of the forest's grasp. Abruptly the noise of the forest return, rising in a ferocious roar as suddenly the ground begain to shake. Eyebrows raised the Dark Knights paused in their thrashing the the forest to listen to this new noise, shuddering as the vibrations became more forceful to cause the branchs of the trees about to quiver with anticipation. Still glancing about the knights sighed as the roar receded into the silence of the forest, followed closely with the pause in the quivering of the ground. With awe inspiring clarity several trumpets blared their faint call, muddled within the ranks of the knights as their calls sounded again and again. Staring blankly the knights drew their weapons and formed ranks as the trumpet calls faded into the background, the roar of the forest returning once more in a deafening tidal wave of agonizing sound. From beneath the underbrush several hundred squeaks rose to mingle with the trumpet calls, answering their own call as hundreds of chipmunks and squirrels poured forth.. their faces a mask of gentleness as they washed across the earth and poured into the ranks of the knights. Squeaking their ferocious battle cries the chipmunks and squirrels quickly crawled on to the unlucky knights at the edge of the ranks, tails swirling in a mad dance as squirrels and chipmunks alike crawled into every available space in the armor of the knights, drawing blood with their tiny teeth and claws as the unlucky fellows flailed about on the ground trying to brush of the flood of rodents. Upon seeing their comrades fall to a hoard of angry rodents many screamed in fear as the tide swarmed over those on the ground and pinched them into small pockets. Those left standing clung into their pockets of defense and glumly fended off the tide of rodents as best as possible. Once more trumpets blared, sounding the retreat. Squirrels peeked their furry heads from beneath the armor of fallen knights squeaking their own orders as both chipmunk and squirrel alike poured out of armor and rushed from the field of battle, straggling chipmunks taking the time to squeak a few choice curses at the knights before disappearing into the under brush from wence they came.. Silence rained again over the forest as faint moans rose from the fallen. The battle, a strange one at that, had turned for the better.. or so one might think.. (to be continued..) Author: Sorthrus Date Wed Dec 12 09:47:55 2001 Subject The Legions of Bumble-Bees Moaning from the wounded carried faintly on the soft breeze rustling across the leaves of the forest. Staring in amazement at their fallen comrades the standing Dark Knights moved to the task of tending to their fallen. Attention directed towards their fallen none could notice the faint buzzing that slowly grew in volume. Glancing upward a knight paused in his task of binding wounds to listen to the growing buzzing, risking a brief order to draw the attention of his comrades he urged them to listen. Abruptly the buzzing died off, glares from his fellows sent the knight back to his task as he muttered to himself about having heard something. Moments passed in silence as wounds were tended and bruised egos nursed, the buzzing returning as a shadow cloaked the knights. Blinking at the sudden darkness the knights glanced upwards, a massive cloud having floated across the sun left none to speculate the reason for the darkness. Staring upwards at the massive cloud as the buzzing grew louder, tiny winged creatures flying back and forth from the cloud. Dawning awareness of the creatures spread through the ranks of the knights moments too late as the large swarm of thousands of bumble-bees charged downwards from the sky, tiny trumpets blaring amongst their ranks as soft buzzing cackling battle cries surged from the hoard of bumble-bees. Brief seconds passed before the thousands of bumble-bees swarmed across the knights. Screaming in agony several fell at the start of the attack, thrashing upon the ground as hundreds of bumble-bees swarmed over them.. jabbing their stingers into every available space. The cackling buzz of the bees died off as another trumpet call stirred their retreat, several hundred of their brethren forgotten as they soon died from losing their stingers. The retreating hoard of bumble-bees became shadowed as nearly forty-two gryphon sized bumble-bees swarmed across the field of battle. Their loud buzzing drowning out the orders of the knights below as they dove into the ranks of the knights. Wings beating ferociously as giant stingers grazed and skewered knights, the mad dancing of several giant bees drove further into the lines as several of the large brutes fell to well aimed blows. As swiftly as they had joined the fray the behemoths buzz off, leaving their dead among that of the knights. Writhing bodies thrashed upon the ground as knights moaned against the agony even as sounds of battle to the north reached those recently attacked by strange hoards of forest life. Screaming they once more fled, attackers in the north driving the knights further into the forest as the battle continued to be lost.. Author: Sorthrus Date Sun Sep 8 12:21:19 2002 Subject Magic.. Panties?! (Part I) The lights within the Red Silk House had been extinguished for the evening as the patrons were given the boot until tomorrow's dawning. Doors were locked into place as each girl was sent to her room and rest for the coming of a new business day. No more rattling of chains. No more thumping of the bed upon the floorboards over heard. Only utter silence greeted the tiny chipmunk guardians of each doorway. None were to leave their post or face the wrath of their master for even the smallest matter of concern. Further into the depths of the Red Silk House silence at last greeted the watchful sentries as six girls fled through the darkened hallways beneath, seeking to escape their master for the briefest amount of time as he slumbered and allowed them their dignity. Brief moments later the girls were safely in the confines of their rooms, sleeping soundly even as a faint knocking echoed from the upper floors. "Rufus!! Answer the door!" Sorthrus called out in anger at his faithful chipmunk guard as he stirred beneath the sheets of his bed. Once more the knocking echoed, faintly registering as a scratching noise upon the door of the chambers to the master. "I shall take away your nightly companion of you do not answer the door!" Peeking from beneath the covers at the master Lalyn sighed and began to speak. "Quiet woman.. say nothing. This will only take a moment." Seeing her master in anger young Lalyn simply shrugged her bare shoulders and returned to sleep. Growling to himself the master crawled from beneath the mountain of blankets, a sharp word murmured as several small red globes burst to life with a faint pinkish glow. Anger rising ever faster the master brushed aside the lengthy strands of beaded hair, growling to himself as he strode to the doorway oblivious to the cool air caressing his bare muscular form. "Rufus.. your woman will be handed over to the Solamnics during the next payment to keep them away from this household!! Do not think that the title of squire suits just their males. I'm sure she will made quite a "squire" for them over the years!!" Clawing at the door the master abruptly yanked the door open and screamed further still. "I will hand her over myself for you lack of action in this.." The master trailed off as he glanced into the darkened hall, a step taken into the darkness ending abruptly as the master crashed upon the floor ranting and raving. "Can this night become any worse?!" Cursing to himself he slowly sat up and eyed the item that caused his fall. Brows knitted upwards at the strange sight before him. A pair of glowing panties had been his downfall. "Lalyn.. you must clean up after yourself. By the gods girl.. I could've killed myself!" Grumbling to himself the master slowly stood and marched back into his room, the oaken door closing with a soft click as the lock shifted into place. Vaguely the master noticed his steps as he sought his bed, eyes alight with wonder as he stared at the panties. "These are not yours.. let alone any of the other girls. But who..?" Shrugging slightly the master glanced up from the panties almost fainting at the sight before him. Not more than five feet from him stood a harem the size he had never seen before. Author: Sorthrus Date Sun Sep 8 12:27:42 2002 Subject Magic.. Panties?! (Part II) All thoughts of his bedchambers vanished from mind as he stood and stared at the hundreds upon thousands of nude and extremely heavenly beautiful women. "The promised lands of my dreams.." Cackling softly to himself Sorthrus slowly crept towards the harem of moaning women, eyes bulging wide as they called him closer and closer still. "There is absolutely no reason I should pass this chance up.." Still cackling to himself Sorthrus began to run towards the throng of perfection displayed as far as the eye could see. Roaring with laughter he leapt on to the nearest woman, mind swirling with ideas beyond words as the mass of ladies pressed in on him. "Yes!! The promised land indeed!!" Snickering as he tried to grab every possible woman nearby, mind racing ever faster as his lips were pressed on each new girl. Vaguely in the back of his mind his conscience tried to beat its way through the lustful thoughts, grumbling to itself as it squeaked a few words into the mass of lustful feelings. Too late, a sharp pang sounded as Sorthrus grunted and flopped forward on to the ground. The harem of women forgotten as the conscience of his mind cried out in victory and set the final blow into its master's mind, abruptly darkness swiftly overtook Sorthrus as he cried out a straggling sob. "No!! I will not be denied my right!!" Screaming at the top of his lungs Sorthrus swiftly sat up in bed, his left arm outstretched as though trying to grasp at the final imagings of his mind. "Where am I..?" Blinking away the last bits of sleep he gazed about and sobbed at that realization of his own bedchambers. "It seemed so real.. it should have been!" Sobbing louder still he brought his hands to cover his eyes and endure the saddening fact that his dream was merely just that. "The gods are unfair.." Quiet sobs escaped from behind his hands as he wiped his eyes, briefly noting the softness of the material in his hands as he wept. A slight pang registered in his mind as again his conscience beat upon his brain and forced his eyes open. "What is this..?" Brows were raised as he stared at the silk panties resting in his hands, faintly glowing with recognition. "I'll be damned.. was that a dream or not?!" Deciding to simply enjoy the moment he cackled and proceeded to kiss the panties, thanking the gods between each joyful kiss.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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