The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aldren.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. You change? 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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aldren' scribed in deep blue ink.


Author:    Aldren         
Date:      Sat Nov  1 04:23:58
2008
Subject     A barkeep's observations

 
A stranger strode into the
Inn of the Last Home one day and all eyes were on him. There was a paucity
of
newcomers to the Inn in these times of hardship -- those who could afford the
Otik's finest brew
nowadays were few and far between. Yet, the stranger was a
human clad in little but a simple leather
vest and cotton breeches with a
longsword hanging loosely by his side. He surely was neither a nobleman 
nor
landlord. I have been a barkeeper in the Inn for nearly a decade now and I know
a man with a purpose 
when I see one.
 
Not surprisingly, I witnessed the human
stride towards a cloaked figure by the side of the bar. The cloaked
being was
One of them mercenaries, creatures of greed who betray morality to satisfy their
coin purses. I
knew them well, for they were amongst the few who could afford
the rising prices of ale. Pricking up my
ears as best I could, I caught a little
of the conversation they had.
 
"You're one of them mercenaries aren't you?" the
human kick-started the discussion. I noticed the cloaked
figure flinch and
attempt to slink further back into the shadows. The mercenaries never did like
being
noticed in public. It spoilt the element of surprise, I guess.
Notwithstanding this, the human was
relentless. "I'll recognise that emblem from
a mile away, mercenary. Don't worry, I won't blow your cover.
Not here. I just
wanted to explore the possibility of earning some cash with your band. I hear
you guys
make good money, yes?" Perhaps I do not convey the emotions in the
human's tone well enough, but I did
detect a tinge of desparation in the
fellow's voice. He must really need this.

I couldn't catch much of the
conversation after that, but the two did leave the Inn together amicably.
There
seemed to be a mild altercation between them outside of the Inn, but I was far
too busy serving what
few customers I had to really notice. The argument
smoothened itself out though and I'm pretty certain
that the mercenaries have
added another to their ranks. Well and good, the Inn will be have itself
another
regular customer soon enough.

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

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