The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ghared.
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 an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghared' scribed in faded blue ink.
Author: Ghared Date Sat Dec 3 09:51:29 2005 Subject Shao The cleric Makarth and I planned an attack. A monk was to be the victim this time. Standing in the open, I brought the monk to us after speaking words of prayer. He arrived confused, seizing this oppurtunity I threw rose petals and the confusion in his eyes dissapated. At once, I wrecked his body with maladictions and watched with a smile as he fell to his knees, weak and helpless. My hand found its way to my mace, I lifted it and brought it down upon him. The charm lifted and the monk staggered to get to his feet, laughing at the sight, I watched as he struggled to flee. I walked slowly, not wishing to exert any effort in giving chase and to allow the monk to fully absorb his untimely fate. It ended with mercy however, as the sounds of boots and loud cries rang high in the air. Once more, I lifted my mace and brought it down upon him. Author: Ghared Date: Thu Dec 11 09:07:31 2008 Subject Intervention A whisper rose above the dark stillness and silence. "You are a fool...even though the light of the morrow is destined to overcome the darkness of this night, the light can only hold its breath in fear. In fear of their foresight of the shadows that lurk deep within the earth, only revealed as the light basks in its certainty of glory and hope to come. The essence of light breeds ignorance and the dreams of infallibility then come hand in hand. They provide us with a breeding ground; their happiness feeds our souls with envy ...I long to extend this retched hand to one that does not comprehend this fear." With a snarl, the soft whisper is betrayed by a light growl... "Look into my eyes, do you understand of what I speak....Appear as no other would, flesh and bone rotten, fallen sinews and wrinkled skin... feed me your anguish and hopelessness." A sharp cry rings out and malignant sounds of bodily desecration are barely audible over the shrill cry to the pantheon of all gods...then silence. The surronding space seemed hardly inhabited; dust covered the walls and earth of this cove in the mountains near Sanction. A sliver of light made its way by the last bend of the tunnel that was the last to bear witness to the dragging of a bounded man. At the threshold of the cove, the lights reach ended short, illuminating the area only a few feet away of the dark figure that lay sprawled opposite. The figure lay motionless across the narrow space. A smell of putridity and rot slowly lifted itself to mingle with the musky, dusty air. A man gasps out a series of shivers and moans, his gasps only exacerbated with the wheezing noises arising from his lungs in a rhythmic fashion. "How useless are these guards now a days, simply pawns of their highlords, none without a single mind to commit actions that tell otherwise. This calls for greater interference, but one must be cautious. Many are on the trail, they have picked up the foul scent of evil in this mysterious dagger, and now the lapping tongues are on their way. Suddently, a shape stirs the serenity of the dust; sounds of flapping sandals can be heard echoing their departure. Author: Ghared Date: Thu Dec 11 09:26:35 2008 Subject The First Interrogation: The Search for the Knife of Darcart A whisper rose above the dark stillness and silence. "You are a fool...even though the light of the morrow is destined to overcome the darkness of this night, the light can only hold its breath in fear. In fear of their foresight of the shadows that lurk deep within the earth, only revealed as the light basks in its certainty of glory and hope to come. The essence of light breeds ignorance and the dreams of infallibility then come hand in hand. They provide us with a breeding ground; their happiness feeds our souls with envy ...I long to extend this retched hand to one that does not comprehend this fear." With a snarl the soft whisper is betrayed by a light growl..."Look into my eyes, do you understand of what I speak..Appear as no other would, flesh and bone rotten, fallen sinews and wrinkled skin...feed me your anguish and hopelessness." A sharp cry rings out and malignant sounds of bodily desecration are barely audible over the shrill cry to the pantheon of all gods...then silence. The surronding space seemed hardly inhabited; dust covered the walls and earth of this cove in the mountains near Sanction. A sliver of light made its way by the last bend of the tunnel that was the last to bear witness to the dragging of a bounded man. At the threshold of the cove, the lights reach ended short, illuminating the area only a few feet away of the dark figure that lay sprawled opposite. The figure lay motionless across the narrow space. A smell of putridity and rot slowly lifted itself to mingle with the musky, dusty air. A man gasps out a series of shivers and moans, his gasps only exacerbated with the wheezing noises arising from his lungs in a rhythmic fashion. "How useless are these guards now a days, pawns of their highlords, none without a single mind to commit otherwise, this calls for greater interference, yet one must be cautious. Many are on the trail, they have picked up the foul scent of this mysterious evil dagger, now..the lapping tongues are on their way." Suddently, a shape stirs the serentiy of the dust; sounds of flapping sandals can be heard echoing their departure.
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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