The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Valeska.

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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Valeska' scribed in glowing brown ink.


Author:    Valeska        
Date:      Tue Jul 21 13:53:43 2015
Subject     Are More Expensive Risks Afoot?

Valeska had spent the past few weeks in what she would come to call the darkest side of upside down and what other people would call an up-scale inn in Solanthus. Had she only been able to enjoy, or even remember it, she probably would have been much more thankful when she finally did manage to push back the night and open her eyes. She certainly wouldn't have been as distressed. Of course...She could remember weird lizard-beggars and that was pretty terrifying to begin with. Things get a little blurry from then on... Things were still pretty blurry, to be honest. This guy she couldn't quite make out with the burned down candles was pretty lucky she couldn't manage to do anything foolish in her first moments of more focused lucidity. She'd tried to move, not even sure she -was- awake...But the pain was real enough to start her ascent from the depths of addled fog she'd been in for the Gods only knew how long. She hadn't expected to be in one piece. This was one of life's unexpected little miracles she used to hear about, clearly, because there wasn't much reason to it otherwise. She shouldn't have tried to fight that thing off, she should have gotten straight out of there when she had the chance... The river girl was too curious and hot-headed for such logical nonsense, however. It was the closest to getting her killed it'd ever gotten, though, and she found herself with the time to consider it. It had a sour taste, but was favorable to the other option she had. Moving was not going to the top of her list just yet, no. Noises were cutting it. She would have to wait out her captor and/or savior a while longer, it seemed, because she couldn't manage to bolster enough strength of voice to rouse him. That, or he was just that deep a sleeper... He snored. Loudly. It was a very -very- long night, and a much longer week of recovery... But he was kind and helpful without hovering uncomfortably and at least he -tried- not to stare much. The -way- he watched her was...Interesting. Not in the creepy sort of way, but not in a way most people did. Sort of like how he was watching her now as they tried to have a meal downstairs. He listened to her insistence that she be on her feet and back on her quest to find out what was -really- going on on the Knight's Road, and even offered to help her. It was amazing, to be honest, because she had to sound completely out of her head...But here he was telling her that he'd even picked up a little help. Maybe she wasn't as crazy as she felt. Or maybe he was just as crazy as she was. Speaking of crazy... She startled, jumping half out of her seat as he moved to point them out in time with a crashing table and a huge mess of a fight with some of the locals. They...Looked like elves. But they didn't act like any elves she'd ever met. Maybe they were half el--Wait. These guys are their help?! Gods help them...They looked like thugs. She didn't say no, but she was concerned. Appearances weren't everything but not every book was apart from its cover. On a second thought, she snatched up her roll and picked it into two pieces. How could she, of all people, be judgemental of strangers? The idea was strange in her mind, all together. When did she start thinking like this? No. None of that. Beaming, she give him a nod and a shrug, wolfing down the bread as she took up a safer leaning place to watch. A moment later, this odd spectator was chuckling and letting the fears slip away with a cheerful and almost melodic, "It could be worse." ({oPart IV to the Round in Solanthus. Part I - [ 59] Danyll: Reunions, Big Plans...Part II - [ 63] Malache: Big Plans, Bigger Breaks...Part III - [ 76] Malicai: Bigger Breaks Are More Expensive.{o Makes it Jellial's turn-)

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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