The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Trixel.

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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Trixel' scribed in light brown ink.



Author:  Trixel
Date    Mon Apr 26 00:21:31 2004



Subject  A Walk in the Woods.



He set out as he always does.  Carpet bag filled with spiced potatoes
and mom's home made mutton.  Picking up his hoopak, and adjusting his topknot
he sets off out of the great Palanthas city to scratch that itch that
never goes away.  His travels are never lonely he always finds new friends
where ever he goes and this story my friends is no different.

We pick up with our hero just as he makes his way up to the High Clerists
Tower on his way to the Knights High Road.  "Wow what super cool neato
place!!  Hey there!!  Janitor!!  Whats your name?  Can I help you with that?

" *Grabs the Janitors mop bucket, dumps it out and wears it on his head*
"HEY THATS MY MOP BUCKET!!  " *Trixel screams and runs away as the irate
Janitor tears the mop bucket off his head* Escaping out the south enterance
our hero trips over two holes in the ground and flies head first into the
south gates.  Trixel's bag busts open and everything goes flying.  "OH
NO!!  MY SHINEYS!!  Not into the gopher holes!!

*cries* The faint music of "Im all right, dont nobody worry bout me"

can be heard emenating from the holes.  "Awe shucks, where am I gonna get
more shineys??  " Seeing a glint over the next hill he continues south and
to the east.  Running towards the reflection like a dog chases a rabbit he
stumbles over his own feet and rolls into a darkened forest.  "Now I
just know I saw that shiney coming from over here.  " *sniffs the air and
looks around* "Anyone else here smell a dragon?  " *Looks up to see an
Ancient Dragon breathing down on his topknot* Realizing quickly that the
glint was not from a shiney, but from the extremely sharp teeth of this
Ancient Dragon, Trixel begins to get upset that it wasnt a new shiney. 
But always the optomist, our hero feels that maybe this would be a good chance
to make a new friend.  He was wrong.  With a quick lash of the Ancient
Dragon's tail Trixel is sent flying out of the darkened woods and into
the lap of an elf maiden.

Tune in next time to find out:....who is this elf maiden?...does Trixel get
the girl?...does he ever find his shineys?? Say Kender Time, Same Kender
Station.



Author:  Trixel
Date    Fri Sep 17 15:45:02 2004



Subject  Recipe for Trouble



A mischievious kender weasels his way among the crowds of people in Palanthas.
 He slips from sellers cart to open market stand to banks, "borrowing" the
wealth of the naive.  The kender, spying a rather large and bulging purse
carried by a very odd looking and very dark featured noble, felt compelled to
lighten his load.  He walked straight at the stranger, bumping into him and
continuing to walk on with fattened pockets.  Upon reaching a safe place near
the city, he opened the large purse to see the treasures that await.  The
kenders jaw dropped and eyes widened his curios wonder at the odd trinket
found tucked away in a side pocket of the bulging sack.  The gleaming platinum
disk nearly blinded the kender as he drew it from the hidey pocket.  Realizing
the potential value of such a beautiful rarity, he tucked the disk away safely
to oogle later after another trip through palanthas to get a bite to eat. 
Upon returning to the city only hours later, tacked upon the message boards
outside the tavern, the kender read a disturbing message.  To the man who
holds the disk, a plague upon you and your neighbors till I hold that disk
once more.   The kender's evil gears began turning, he knew exactly what to
do with his new precious.

The well-traveled kender wandered his way to kalaman to deliver the disk to
the unsuspecting dark knights who frequented the area.  Upon finding a rather
hideous looking knight he knew to be a follower of the dark queen, the kender
slipped the disk into the knights satchel with a note.  The kender cackled
with glee at the conflict that would soon arise between light and dark.  The
words of his note echoed in his head over and over each time making the kender
more and more giddy with delite.  A gift of peace from the solamnics knights. 
May this disk bless you as you hold it near.

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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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 803 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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