The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tamriel.

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 dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tamriel' scribed in burnt red ink.

Author:          Tamriel
Date    Fri Jan 20 15:42:00 2006
Subject  A New Beginning

I died today... The soul of Tamriel the Fallen is no more; incenerated
by the divinity of the Dragon Queen Takhisis. From my shell rose a more
powerful being backed by the armies of darkness. I am a follower of
Takhisis, a Knight of the Auxillary, follower of Her. The dye is cast
and the events are set in motion. No more is my path unclear by the
clouds of uncertainty. I walk in the wake of darkness and bellow like
the fire from hell. The friends of my past have become the enemies of
now. Death comes silently but quickly to those who oppose Her will. I am
the tip of Her dagger, the omen of Her coming. I am Tamriel.

Author:          Tamriel
Date    Sat Jan 21 12:27:05 2006
Subject  Fallen yet again...

The Lord of the Undead appeard to me today. The lich-like figure towered
over me casting a chill down my spine. His words were loud and clear but
sounded like a whisper. He spoke to me, "Tamriel, the dark elf. What god
has allowed you to turn your back on the light?" I was struck with fear
and immobilization; I couldn't speak. Stammering without though,
"I...I..I choose my own path." Not realizing what I had done, the Lord
of the Undead struck me down in a single blow. I felt as though I was
falling, falling into nothing. There was blackness everywhere. Silence
surrounding me.

Years passed with me in the endless void, the undefined reaches of
space. I fell into nothing endlessly. Insanity wracked my mind with no
hope of end.

Throuh the darkesss a yellow skull appeard before me. It spoke to me
with the familiar voice of Chemosh. "Tamriel the Fallen, go home." I was
pulled from the void almost as quickly as I entered it.

I was standing in the same spot years before when I was first put into
the void. Appearing to me once again the liche spoke, "I think you have
learned your place Tamriel." I replied with the fear of speaking in
appropriate words, "How long have I been gone, great one?" "Only
moments. I spared you from the writ of time. Go now and do what you
must. I will not be so patient with you next time." Chemosh vanishes and
left me all alone.

I collected my thoughts, relizing my bonds with Takhisis had been
broken, and left into exile once again.

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