The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zylug.
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 platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zylug' scribed in dull blue ink.
Author: Zylug Date Thu Oct 20 08:20:15 2005 Subject The Smelly "Rats!" Zylug watched as the small rat got away. "Me gotta find big rat!" He stomped his foot against the ground in frustration. The aghar had been trying to catch the legendary Smelly for the past week. The Smelly, whenever asked how old it was, always met with the reply: 'It reaaaaalllllly old! '. But Highbulp Fug had told Zylug to find big rat, because big rat 'made good stew'. No one had thus far been able to even touch the Smelly, but Zylug was determined. Waving his rusted dagger over his head, Zylug followed after the rat. FOr a few minutes the game of cat-and-mouse continued, with Zylug getting close enough to spit on it, but he could never catch it. "Dumb rat, come back!!" Zylug wailed. He tried spitting on the rat again, but all that happened was his spit flying back into his eyes. "AHHH! Me blind! Me blind!!" Zylug screamed as he continued to run blindly after the rat. Wiping his eyes, Zylug managed to see a very very, big hole before he fell right into it. Screaming, Zylug fell several feet before entering a smile-covered chute. His screams of terror soon turned into whoops of joy. Soon enough, the 'ride' was over and Zylug was dumped rudely onto a mud covered ground. Dazed, the aghar felt something furry next to his hand and looked. It was the rat he had been chasing. Grinning a gap-toothed grin, Zylug bashed the rat's skull in. After putting the carcass into his pants for safe keeping, Zylug looked around. He was in a huge chamber, cut out by the dwarves long ago. The dust was thick everywhere. Even if he squinted, ZYlug could not see the ceiling above. "This big." Zylug muttered. His voice echoed in the chamber, and Zylug instinctively dropped to the ground screaming, "NO HURT ZYLUG!" His scream echoed and amplifed, and Zylug screamed some more. Soon, he realized that was HIS words he was hearing and he peekd between his fingers. "Who there!" Zylug demanded. 'Who there! ' Was the echoed reply. "Who you?" Zlug tried. 'Who you? ' was the expected reply. Angry now, Zylug stood up and struck what he thought a very menacing pose. "You stop copy Zylug!" 'You stop copy Zylug! '. Fuming, Zylug threw his small dagger with all of his might high into the air. Instead of claning against stone, the weapon bit into something soft and Zylug cheered. "Me told you, stop copy--..." Zylug trailed off as a rat--the BIGGEST rat--he had ever seen, dropped from an alcove, scattering bones everywhere. The rat's eyes glowed like red hot embers, its fur the color of tarnished silver. The thing that worried Zylug the most were its claws, each one as long as Zylug's hand. This was definately the biggest rat he had ever seen. The chamber was suddenly teeming with rats now, all squeaking and chittering. Everywhere there were rats. Zylug somehow made a mental note of this. It would make a great This Place. "It reaaaaalllllly old!" Zylug whipsered. The rat bared its fangs and hissed at him. Sticking from the rat's shoulder was his dagger. "It Smelly!!!" Zylug screamed in absolute terror. He kept on screaming, eventually soiling himself as he looked around for an escape. Finding none, Zylug stood there was the Smelly rushed. Zylug looked in shock as the huge rat charged at him. For a second, his world gew dark, but then he took in a deep breath. Suddenly, the Smelly stumped to the side, jarring Zylug's dagger out of its shoulder. The dagger clanged on the ground and Zylug was snapped out of his terror. He dived and scoped up his dagger just as the Smelly turned. Again the Smelly rushed, but Zylug met it with defiance. The Smelly managed to bite down on his arm, but Zylug stuck his dagger into its paw. The Smelly threw Zylug a few feet away and hissed. Picking himself off the ground, Zylug bared his own teeth and lept at the rat. Landing on its back, Zylug hung on with a death grip as the Smelly bucked and twisted. There was only one thing to do in a situation like this. Zylug bit the rat. He picked a spot on the rat's neck and bit down as hard as he could. The Smelly sqealed and rolled over. Zylug scrambled away before he could get crushed. As the rat completed the roll, Zylug ran past snatching up his dagger. The berserked rat charnged after Zylug again. Zylug ran until he was against the far wall. Zylug turned around and his eyes widened, he jumped. The rat, only just a little stupider that ZYlug, looked up and smashed into the wall. Zylug landed on the Smelly's back and sank his dagger deep into the rat's neck. In that instant, the legendary Smelly let out a soft hiss and died. Zylug sa on top of the dead rat, blinking stupidly. Then, the adrenaline wore off and Zylug fainted. Hours later, Zylug regained consciousness and nearly fainted when he remembered what happened. Zylug ripped one of the Smelly's claws off and tucked it into his belt. A new crack had opened when the Smelly had run into the wall, and Zylug walked through it to find a ramp leading up. Walking up it, Zylug found himself in a place he new. Beaming, Zylug wandered home. Reaching This Place, Zylug took the rat from his pants and tossed it into the stew pot without thinking about it. Walking straight to the Highbulp's room, Zylug showed him the Smelly's claw. Highbulp Fug gasped. From atop his 'throne'. "Z'ug kilt Smelly!" The shaman of the clan ran around in circles screeching. "Zy'ug hero! Zy'ug kill Smelly!" All the aghar within hearing distance took up the call. "Zy'ug hewo! Zy'ug kilt Smelly!" Grinning from ear to ear, Zylug remembered something and shouted. "Zylug find new This Place! Zylug Highbulp now!" Fug cheered and looked relived that he was not Highbulp anymore. Hopping off his throne, Fug whispered to Zylug, "Z'ug watch out fer spoon!" Fug pointed to the shaman and left, declaring he was very hungry.
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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