The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vorialis.
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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Vorialis' scribed in unearthly white ink.
Author: Vorialis Date: Wed Jul 15 12:53:51 2020 Subject Lost
I am lost. I've been lost for what seems like a long time, but three weeks ago was the breaking point. My life was simple and straight forward. I kept the books for my father's business. He was a merchant selling silks and other assorted fabrics. My life was boring, orderly, neat, and uncomplicated. It was everything I loved. I wanted for nothing and felt secure in my future. I knew that one day I would take over my father's business. Then everything went to shit. My father had purchased from the same suppliers for over a decade. They had strong ties and a good working relationship. Then one day everything changed. The suppliers vanished as far as my father could tell. Our stock began to run low and he became desperate. He began looking for new suppliers. One of his friends put him in contact with a man name Mikal. He could provide the merchandise that my father so dearly needed. Everything went back to normal. We restocked and business was good. Then two months passed and everything changed again. Prices were raised. Threats were made. Father eventually took out a line of credit from Mikal. Three weeks ago the credit was called. Three weeks ago we couldn't pay. Three weeks ago we were ruined. We were left with nothing. In a matter of months we went from running a successful business to being destitute. The business was taken and we were tossed to the streets. For the first week I tried to find a position with another merchant. My qualifications were impecable. My father had contacts across the city. They wanted nothing to do with us. By the second week I began to beg. I felt dirty and tossed away. The city treated me as such. I was largely ignored and didn't make enough money for my family to eat reasonably well. This is the third week. It's time for a change. I've heard about a brotherhood which can help people like me. I'm beginning to actively seek them out.
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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