The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Carcajou.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Carcajou' scribed in unearthly yellow ink.
Author: Carcajou Date: Sun Sep 10 23:23:36 2006 Subject a growing ogre, from the ashes High upon the mountains, near where the trees end and the ice begins. He was born. A small tribe he was part of, numbering in only the 30's for amounts of ogres. His father the shaman of the tribe, for many years his father would not reconize him as his own. It was not untill he passed the time practiced rites of manhood that his father as all did let him carry the family name and learn the family ways. He always knew that the magical ways of his father and his father before him were powerful but I never knew to what extent the power of the shaman reached. Even the largest of the warrios feared the power he wielded. I fetched herbs and bones for him killing the creatures to grind the powder needed for his concutions. As learned more I did, I ventured further and further to find ingredients for spells. At times I would venture into towns to aqquire componets and bones. I learned many years under my fathers tutelege. As my powers grew I came to relize how much more could be done with more knowledge, I slowly came to relize that my father was limited in what he knew and could teach me, and my searches became more for knowledge then anything else.
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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