The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Daolyn.
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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Daolyn' scribed in earth-colored brown ink.
Author: Daolyn Date: Fri Mar 23 15:21:59 2007 Subject Backstory The sun was sinking slowly over the trees past the river that wound its way through the villiage. As the shadows lengthened like fingers reaching away from the sun, a commotion was heard from one of the huts and, briefly, a light could be seen as the bearhide door was flung open, and a young male minotaur tossed outside like a sack of meat. An Older minotaur followed him outside, a tremdous axe held loosely in his left hand. He gentured with the weapon and the sinking sun sparked off a long spike that jutted from the back of the blade. "Go from here, and never return! You have brought shame to your family. Imagine: Killing your own brother!" The larger minotaur yelled at the writhing form on the ground. The young minotaur looked up, and his eyes caught the reflection of the sun from the axehead. They burned with anger. "I had to! He was plotting against you! Just because you are so blinded by his lies, can't you see! I will show you the very poison he would have used to kill you!" His voice rose, and other doors opened as members of the villiage came to see But the older minotaur was unfazed either by the younger's plea, or the presence of others. "Poison that you probably put there yourself to discredit him. You have always envied his place as firstborn." The younger minotaur raised his head from the ground. "Father, please-" "How dare you?!" His father shouted, raising the axe. "How dare you call me such when you have the blood of your bother on your hands and horns!?" He raised his axe above his head and swung it with the wicked spike whistling through the air, into his son's knee, the steel point cutting through to the dirt beneath the leg. The younger minotaur writhed in pain for a moment, then was unable to stifle a scream as his father pulled the spike out. Blood pooled beneath the leg as he stood over the prone form of his son, his axe seeming to bleed onto the hard earth. "Go from here. Go, and never return. From this day forth, no one will ever speak the name of Daolyn again. Begone from my sight stranger. Your face reminds me of my lost son." Slowly Daolyn looked around as the other villigers went back to their homes, their backs turned to him. He started to crawl towards the river, where there would be herbs he could bind his wound with. He had heard of armies in sanction. Perhaps they could use another fighter. He spared one last look back at his former home, and then continued to crawl onwards, ignoring the blood that trailed after him.
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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