The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zemenith.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zemenith' scribed in dark maroon ink.

Author:  Zemenith
Date    Sun Dec 23 14:25:50 2001

Subject  Return of the...Dead?

Cryton Drakel, former Mercenary, former captain of the black dragonarmy, and
former Knight of the Lily...had vanished.  After the destruction of the
dragonarmies, and the creation of the Knights of Takhisis, he knew that he had
no place in this realm.  And he left, in search of what he search
of what would quench his unsatiable thirst.  The thirst for blood.  Ever since
he had begun his training so many years ago, Cryton had lived to
prove his superiority over all others.  From this had grown his rage, his
hatred of the weaker races...the blood of whom he could satiate himself from
for a time.  But when the Knights of Takhisis was formed, the true
warriors...the survivors were lost In place of them grew an army of "knights"
honor bound, stuck ups, who couldn't contend in battle for all their
riteousness, much like the Solamnic Knights whom he had slain for years.  And
with this he left.  He searched for many years But nothing could slake this
thirst, this want for death, his hatred, his rage was left unchecked.  After
many years of being thought dead.  Cryton, now known as Zemenith, returned to
this realm, to take what was rightfully his, and with his brother at his
side...they would destroy the weaker races of Krynn...the elves, humans, and
*spit* goblins.  They would all find their hope...and lives lost upon the
blade of his axe...and would feel the eternal pain of the Drakel's.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 803 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'