The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tiet.
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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tiet' scribed in vibrant blue ink.
Author: Tiet Date: Fri Sep 15 18:50:22 2023 Subject how
She sat by the fire, her not quite human, not quite elven eyes staring at the flames. Her hand draped over her worn journal of notes and drawings, the other hand holding a mug of ale. She sits and waits for the messenger to return, a messenger who can tell her if she can have an audience with the clerics of her order. "Her Order." Tiet whisphers to herself. Her hand moves to the medallion around her neck, turning it so she can look on the back. Her thumb runs across the worn out word "Shadowmoon". "Maybe they know why you left to the woods." Tiet murmurs as she finishes her ale. She places the empty mug down on the table, then opens her journal to a sketch of an elven red-robed mage. The bottom of this page is ripped, only the letter G can been seen. "Who are you?" Tiet asks herself. Tiet pulls some coins from her pouch and motions over a young man that is standing at the bar. "I would like you to take a message to the Mages Guild for me, I would like to have an audience." She places the coins into his hand, "I will double this if you come back with a reply." She watches the man walk out the door and goes back to the fire. Her hood falling from her face, her eyes a green that was always told to her look just like her mothers.
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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