The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tyril.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tyril' scribed in faded purple ink.

Author:    Tyril          
Date:      Mon Oct  9 21:05:07 2006
Subject  History

I stand now, not as I have always been.
I once stood shackled. Now I stand free.
I once fought for a master. Now I fight for myself.
I once was the whipped. Now I stand, whipping the whipper.
This is where my story begins.
Born into a society based on gladiators and conquest, I had
little choice in my destiny. I was born and bred to fight
for my honor. Yet, as you can imagine, with all the gladiator
fighting, there was an obscene amount of betting. My life was
a subject to such betting. The fights were usually staged, so
in order to pay off debts, indentured slavery was often the
form of payment. Having a child was also a way out. Selling
children into slavery was popular as well. Which is how I
I got my start.
The actual details of my life are vague, generic. The bland
facts of an enslaved child maturing into a man. I'll leave
these points for you to delve into within your imagination.
The important events revolve around how I obtained my freedom.

And this...I will tell you.
There were many variations of the gladiator games that were
displayed in the Colliseum. I had a special knack for the sea
battles. They would flood the bottom of the arena and bring in
ships. Lining slaves on each ship, the battles would commence.
The 'sea' battles.
As I said, I had a particular aptitude for such battles, and
excelled in them to the degree of becoming a crowd favorite.
In fact, the slavemasters reserved me for these matches. This
often gave me several weeks respite between fights.
During one particular battle, I managed to behead the captain
of the opposing ship. Though we won, the 'captain' happened to
belong to a wealthy slave owner who had loaned him for that
sole fight. Encouraged by a new deck hand prospect, the slave
was quick to purchase me.
I was considerably familiar with working a ship from my former
engagements; I was ushered right out to sea aboard a merchant
vessel. It also happened to deal in illegal goods...Rarely
and on the side, of course.
Now I stand upon the deck of this ship a free man. My destiny
lies before me.

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 825 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'