The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zhonun.

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 thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zhonun' scribed in burnt yellow ink.

Author:    Zhonun         
Date:      Mon Jan 20 07:39:57 2014
Subject     To Wayreth..

"Yes, YES! You.. you tell him our story! But I already know our story! Not your side of it, only OUR side. How could you possibly know YOUR side when you couldn't watch it? They are right, you know.. we saw it, not you." The raggedly dressed theiwar continued to talk to himself excitedly as he packed a backpack in preparation for travel. Aside from some bread, an extra pair of tattered robes and a small knife, the dwarf also packed a few quills, some bottles of ink, some extra parchment and a few small bags of extra spell components. "You know I will ask you your story again.. it is best you let them help you remember. We remember just fine.. twasn't so long ago. His father was always busy in the mushroom farms, but we knew he was also with another woman.. yes, YES... just like our mother.. the other dwarves talked.. oh how they TEASED: 'his father isn't really his father!' We would show the others though, yes we would!" Zhonun nodded to himself and his head jerked and twitched. "You shouldn't have done that, he could handle himself. You hurt them.. even killed one! The others were weak.. he could have dealt with them in time." Zhonun pushed the contents of the pack down gently and tied off the top. "Because of us casting those spells, burning the other alive, he gets to travel to Wayreth! Yes, don't you see it was good we helped him? I said 'he has learned spells we cannot teach him to control.. the wizards at Wayreth can teach him to control both his spells as well as himself.' But I would have learned that eventu-" "'BASTARD! LUNATIC! NUTCASE! USELESS!' Shut up! 'Not even sane enough to work in the mushroom fields..' SHUT UP!!" Zhonun clawed at his face and shoved his beard into his mouth and began trying to eat it, almost choking. After a few seconds of this, his fingers began weaving through the air like wisps of smoke and he spat out enough of his beard to begin speaking the spidery words of magic. Zhonun felt the magic run through his body and a stream of frozen air burst from his hands. For a brief second the voices in his head subsided and he saw through his own eyes. These moments of clarity were growing more fleeting. This is why he left for Wayreth in the morning. It was imperative he gain access to the more complex spells in Wayreth's library.. for his sake as well as those around him.

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 807 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'