The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Willowmere.
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 giant book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Willowmere' scribed in deep brown ink.
Author: Willowmere Date: Thu Jan 29 20:47:15 2026 Subject Willowmere
Willowmere was born where the forest thins into water, at the edge of a quiet lake that mirrored the sky so perfectly it was said the moons once lingered there to admire themselves. The Dimernesti elders marked her birth as unremarkable, yet the reeds leaned inward that night, and the lake did not ripple once until dawn. Her training was not gentle. She learned the weight of seasons, the patience of roots, and the cost of imbalance. She learned that nature does not obey kindness alone, and that mercy sometimes wears the face of endings. Willowmere struggled most with this truth, for her heart bent easily toward saving rather than choosing. On the night she was first allowed to walk the forest alone, she wove her willow basket from living branches, promising the trees she would carry only what was freely given. When she returned at dawn, dew-laced and exhausted, the elders no longer called her child. From then on, Willowmere walked the borderlands between water and wood, listening for the soft places where the world needed tending. She was never loud, never hurried, yet wherever she lingered, the forest remembered her.
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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