The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ayuar.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!
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 'Ayuar' scribed in deep yellow ink.
Author: Ayuar Date: Mon Jan 8 16:36:02 2007 Subject Ayuar, a brief history. A young Solamnic child had found his way through mountain roads, somehow avoiding the goblin patrols that would have so quickly ended his life. Eventually he found himself at the northern gates of the corrupt city of Neraka, starving, shaking, with bare feet and covered with bruises and scrapes... The boy was a waif, a meer shadow of his earlier laughing days, the days playing in the courtyard of the manor, watching his brothers fight and wishing he was old enought to join them and show father how brave he was... With a blink, he snapped back to reality and noticed the old hag scowling down at him over a bowl of dirty washwater. Apparently she had put forth some kind of question and wanted an answer. He paused, then his lip began to quiver, and something in the old woman melted back to the days before her heart had turned into that black bit of coal it was so nearly completely now. The Hag Torbron took him inside her hovel and with a whisper his pains of hunger were gone. Had he been older, he might have noticed that the sign she made, wasn't that of his fathers gods, but another... Years passed, and Ayuar paused once, as he wore the black standards of Neraka. His trusty horse had brought him to the docks of Kalaman where he sought out a man bearing the mark of the Lily. He would become a knight, just like his father had been so long ago. Although he didn't quite remember his father now, more of just a hazy memory... his brothers too, long passed. What had become of Duval? Ayuar had long since adopted the name of his step-mother as his own, he could no longer even remember the standards that flew above the walls of his first home, nor the name that graced the hearth. What had become of Duval? He spurred his mount onward up the docks as the thought slipped away. Ayuar Torbron.
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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