The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Deftin.

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 dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Deftin' scribed in faded orange ink.



Author:  Deftin
Date    Sat May 21 13:04:46 2005
Stamp   1116698686
Subject  A walk in the streets...


The streets were quiet, well as quiet as they can be in Neraka at
1 in the
morning. The late drunkard singing could be heard from varios
inns and
quarters throughout the city.

I made my...unobtrusively through the alleyways, sporting a cloak
much too
large for me. I was not merely on a midnight walk for the
pleasure of it, no,
this was purely business, and the business was promised to be
good. I needed
the money, work was short these days. "What might we have here my
comrades?
Does this little creature have something we desire?"

Damnit, I thought. Just what I needed a gang to boost me now, I
hated when
they called me small.

"Awww, the poor little guy can't even say anything, what are you
anyway some
kind of deformed little goblin, or don't tell me your a dwarf,
ugliest dwarf
I've ever seen." And then the nerve....he laughed at me. I hate
it when they
do that, I was slightly ticked.

I glanced around to assess the situation and I was mildly
suprised, only 3 of
them. I sighed and pulled my hood back, revealing a completely
smooth head and
chin, and a scared face.

"I rather enjoy being called deformed, does give me reason to
kill you now. I
will give you ten seconds to run before I kill you." I smiled and
removed my
cloak.

The Leader, an overgrown hobgoblin, came first, and axe in one
hand, a dagger
in the other.

While he charged, my right hand went to my waist, whipping out a
dagger in
plain sight. My left hand dangled at my side, a small dagger
coming down the
sleeve into my palm "DIE you little piece of shiT!" were his last
words before
he died.

I moved to my right, foot out, right hand swinging down as he
tripped.

The dagger ended up at the nape of his neck, snapping his
verterbrae, he was
dead before he landed.

In the same momentum, my left hand flew out, sending the dagger
towards the
other goblin.

He took it like a man, in the neck. The other goblin looked at
me...and then
turned and ran.

I quickly retrieved the leader's axe and hefted it in my hand,
good weight,
and threw it. I was aiming for the back but I was a little off,
he took it in
the head. I winced as it hit.

Now at this point, I was feeling a little cocky, my ego boosted
by my
spectacular skills. Until I felt a burning pain in my right
shoulder and saw
an arrow pointing through.

"You Bastard, That hurt." I said as I turned around to face my
assailant. A
sleeper, of course, he had been hiding in the back, waiting the
whole time. He
notched another arrow and I could see his face curl into an evil
grin as he
let the arrow go.

I dived to my left, the arrow nicking the back of my calf, it
stung like hell.
"Oh your going to pay for that you little piece of shit." I
yelled as I
landed. "Only when I take everything from you. Your a dead man"
He let
out...well a laugh I suppose.

But he did have a point. I was dead unless I could do something,
get close to
him. I knew I should have learned to use one of those tricky
bows, but I
hadn't. Then I had it! I knew what I had to do. It would probably
hurt, but I
might survive. I ran to my cloak and picked it up, just in time
for his 3rd
arrow to come whipping at me. The arrow struck as I spun around
screaming in
pain, and then I fell to the ground in silence.

He cackled with glee and quickly loped over to me, excited about
his fresh
kill. I wasn't dead, far from it actually, but he was. I head
bashed him and
got up behind him. I snapped his neck. He was certainly dead.
Well that
certainly put a damper on the evening.

I walked away quickly before anyone saw me and went to treat my
wounds before
I met my client.

More to come...

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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