The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Thaeden.

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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Thaeden' scribed in brilliant orange ink.

Author:          Thaeden
Date    Sat Dec  3 14:03:38 2005
Subject  Deviant

 Day of Cuprig, 17th the Month of Dry-Anvil, Year 376 Post Cataclysm 
I often wandered amongst the great Plains of Abanasia, searching for new 
herbs to perhaps use as spell components.  It was on one such trip that I 
happened to find a very rare weed that happened to be particularly 
poisonous.  Mind you these were the Plains of Abanasia, not the Swamps of 
Taman Busuk making this find even more rare.  As I set my bags and spell 
pouches aside I procured a bit of shade from a nearby bush.   
It was then that as I stooped to retrieve the plant that I heard a horse in 
the distance.  Frowning I stood up to see who it was when the horse - as 
indeed it was a horse - blew by me and I heard a thud.  With another frown I 
turned around to see a man on his face with a dagger in his back.  It then 
occured to me that he was on top of my weed.  Furious, I proceeded to kick 
him until he rolled off of it.  But Alas! , My weed was crushed and no 
longer usable.  Furious at the man - whom I hoped to be still living but 
presumed to be dead - I turned to gather my spell components to use upon him 
when - to my dismay - I found a rather ugly man rummaging through them.   
As the man was unaware of my presence I reached for my mace, only to spot it 
lying next to my spell pouch.  Apparently my Lord was out for tea at the 
time, for when I prayed to him I received no answer.  Racking my mind 
frantically I became resolved to the only available course of action.   
I snuck up behind the mand and proceeded to bite his kneecaps.   
Yes this might seem odd, but it worked rather magnificently.  Screaming in 
pain, the man dropped my pouches and fled for his life - or should I say 
limped for his life?   
Gathering what was left of my bags and pouches I returned to where the 
former man lay to find him groaning and rolling over.  Back on top of my 
weed.  Only further enraged I kicked him in the head, knocking him out for 
hopefully some time.   

Author:          Thaeden
Date    Sun Feb  5 21:05:37 2006
Subject  Fiends of War (#3)

Gazing from the shadows of the Nerakan forest, the figure speculated on
the activity inside the walls before him.  He had reports that these
troops were suiting up for war.  Unfortunately for the inhabitants of
Neraka this dark robed figure belonged to the sacred cult of Morgion
worshippers.  The figure had specific, illicit instructions to make sure
that this city started the war not unscathed.  And he was going to see
to it that he followed out his instructions.


A tavern keeper in Neraka walks out of his cellar carrying three dead
rats in one hand and pinching his nose with the other.  Grumbling, he
proceeds to take the rodents out back to the dumpster.  At that same
time, several cats were wandering the streets of Neraka looking for a
meal.  Searching the dumpsters, many of them were fortunate enough to
find newly deceased rodents.


There were also several birds of prey in the area, and the common food
was beginning to be scarce.  Fortunately, there were plenty of rats in
the area.


As the week drew to a close there were many scavengers and birds of prey
found dead.  Yet, in a city of evil these deaths were not noted, nor did
there appear to be anyone showing any concern.


In fact, in one army camp, a certain ogre was overjoyed as he brought in
two dead hawks to share with his companions that night for dinner...

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