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 pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tamriel' scribed in vibrant white 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.
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