The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vladas.

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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Vladas' scribed in dull black ink.

Author:    Vladas         
Date:      Tue Mar 16 09:22:35 2010
Subject     Vladas: Searching for a purpose.

Vladas' mind wondered as he sat in silence on the floor. As far back as
he could remember he had been on his own and forced to provide for himself.
After the years past he came into his own and was able to do what he needed
to get by. Events that occured throughout his life where ordinary when
compared to the dreams Vladas had in his mind. He was certain that one day
he would fight for a cause that he could believe in. And he had spent his
whole life searching, waiting for the right opportunity to do so. The idea
of adventuring distant lands seemed right for him. He was no stranger to
battle either. Vladas often thought about triumphing on the battlefield. The
sound of footsteps in the distance breaks Vladas' concentration for a
moment. As his eyes open and begin to focus he realizes the hour must be
late. Darkness covers the empty room making it hard to see the surroundings.
Vladas feels around for his pack and begins to stand up. He had been
maditating for quite some time now. Earlier that after noon something had
been bothering him. Trips to the temple always seemed to sooth his on-edge
nerves. He calmly walked to the door and made his way down the long hallway
to the capel. Vladas bowed his head at the altar and muttered something to
himself before turning and walking out to the main entrance of the temple.

People gathered around fires throughout the city but paid no attention to
the half-elf wondering That is how he preferred it. As long as he was by
himself, he could be at peace. Vladas had come to realize that the people
you trust most can turn on you for reasons out of our control. It seemed
primative to him that people would gather and settle in one location for
years or even lifetimes. That false sense of reality made creatures weak in
his eyes.

He continued down the street and thought to himself. Reaching the docks he
leaned against a pole and waited to boared the ferry. The sound of the sea
echoed out into the distance and the smell of water filled the air. Taking
another deep breath Vladas thought about where he was headed. Even he didn't
know. The handfull of coins he had in his bag was enough to get by, but he
would eventually have to do what was necessary to ensure survival. Turning
around and taking in one last look at the city Vladas smiled and remembered
why he had come in the first place. To bid farewell to some commoners and
prepare himself for the journey that was to come.... 

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 mentions 'We have had over 823 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'