The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Thrgen.

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 thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Thrgen' scribed in deep blue ink.

Author:    Thrgen         
Date:      Sun Jun 24 06:56:33 2007
Subject     A leper?

A street walker and a drunk.  Those were his parents.  His father worked
the streets, while his mother drank and beat him and his father.  Sleeping
in the streets, stealing food, eating out of trash, feeling rats crawling
over his body became the norm for his life.  He met all kinds of people,
from the others like him to the lepars whom none would take.  Even the rich
people who at times would take pity and toss him a coin.  He began to
despise them all, their cleanlieness, they way the covered their noses with
scented cloths to keep the steench away from them.  It was the rich kids
that were the worst, they would taunt him mercielessly.  One day when too
much had built up for him to stand anymore.  He followed one of them home,
he waited till darkness swept the city, he snuck in through a window, and
pulling a solied cloth from his undergarments he stuffed it into the young
mans mouth, his eyes snapping open wide with fear.  All that can be retold
was that a week later the young boy began to suffer from a horrible fever,
and uncontrolable bowels.  A week after that he died.  The day after Thrgen
was there, all the parents found in the room with their son who was crying
was the soiled cloth and an empty chamber pot turned over on the bed.  That
same day Thrgen left the city wrapped in a dark and tattered cloak with a
group of lepers, he has not been seen since.  

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