The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zyron.
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 concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zyron' scribed in light purple ink.
Author: Zyron Date Fri Aug 5 01:27:15 2005 Stamp 1123223235 Subject The Hourglass Known as Time Zyron took a seat in his usual place at a tavern located in Palanthas. After ordering some ale he began to contemplate about his past and the paths he had traveled thus far. He had a rather dull childhood, being the son of two poor clerics who lived in a small village near Neraka. His father had dreams of one day becoming a Knight of Takhisis, but those dreams were taken from him when he was ambushed and murdered by a pair of rogue thieves. Grief stricken his mother abandoned him while he was only a few winters old. He grew up as an orphan, labeled a bastard by many, he kept to himself for most of his childhood. He lived off the kindness of fellow villagers till the age of thirteen, when he decided to leave his small village in search of other things. He eventually found himself in the city known as Sanction where he met an old cleric in search of an apprentice. For some reason this old man took him in, seeing some sort of potential within him, although he had only minimal knowledge of the art of healing. The days turned into months, months into years, until he stood before his masters grave, growing up from a boy to a man, being 20 years of age. After thanking the old man in prayer for the knowledge and skills he had bestowed on him he left Sanction and journeyed on. He eventually made his way to Palanthas where he had hopes of joining an order known as the Holy Order. Waking up after seemingly dosing off, Zyron finds a few empty glasses of ale besides him along with an angry barmaid. After settling his debt he walks outside and holds onto a pendant of Takhisis, a keepsake of his deceased master and continues on.
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 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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