The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Grisov.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 beautiful hard bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Grisov' scribed in deep grey ink.
Author: Grisov Date Mon Feb 20 10:40:47 2006 Subject Rumours Krynn had known of the minotaurs for many years, most of the knowledge came from stories about Kaz, companian of Huma. However minotaurs hadn't actually been seen by any of the inhabitants of Kyrnn for a long time. Soon after the formation of the Knights of Takhisis rumors began to abound that a new stronger minotaur emperor had been crowned. Rumour had it that this minotaur was blessed by Sargonnas himself. Rumour had it that this new emperor had turned his eyes to the mainland. Rumour had it that the minotaur nations were preparing for war. On Mithas other rumours reached other ears. The Minotaur Emperor opened his eyes. He had also heard rumours, rumours of a new group of knights. These Knights of Takhisis. He decided that although this knights and half-elves. He balked from the thought, half-elves in a dark army. Swallowing the bile that rose to his throat every time he thought of those nasty slimy elves. Finally realizing that his nation was weak from years of chaos decided to put down his inherited racism and associate with these Knights of Takhisis, bu tonly for the betterment of his nation. He needed to find the leader of these Knights, rumour had it she was somewhere on the east coast of Ansalon the only problem was where. Author: Grisov Date Tue Feb 21 14:10:02 2006 Subject Honor Honor. This one word meant the world to Grisov. Honor to your family. Honor to yourself. But most importantly honor to your country. Honor to your country, Grisov sighed, what a joke, there was no more honor to your country in this empire. This was a country on a long spiral into decay. Grisov didn't claim to know the future but he could see the Minotaurs were becoming just another fallen race of the Irda who enjoys destruction. The Minotaurs only praised strenght, but without honor what is strength but mindless killing. Grisov sighed it was fast becoming a pointless arguement. The Minotaurs only valued strength, but he would show them right after he wins in the arena. Grisov had come from a long line of of important minotaurs. One that could be traced all the way back to the times of the great Minotaur king Ambeoutin, first King of the Minotaurs where his ancestor had been the Kings advisor. His ancestor had been greatly impressed by Ambeoutins fervor toward honor. He asked for the King to teach him about honor. As the generations went on every male son of the line was taught the importance of honor, until it came to Grisov last heir of the Blackfur Clan, so called because of the midnight black fur that dominated the male side of the family. I will win in the arena I will become empire. This empire needs to again learn the word honor. This empire agains needs to rise from the ashes. This empire shall again rule Ansalon. Author: Grisov Date Tue Mar 7 15:30:18 2006 Subject Sargas' Chosen As Grisov lifted his head he saw the temple of Sargas looming in front of him. His thoughts were in turmoil, thinking he would fine peace and solitude in the temple he entered the gates. As he was kneeling at the altar he heard somone approaching him. Looking up he saw another Minotaur approaching him, the Minotaur brought with him a strong smell of sulfer. Grisov's thought were no longer in turmoil, surprisingly after the stranger had left he was left with a sense of purpose. He approached the High Priest of Sargas and asked him to be allowed to join the Temple. When asked why Grisov replied that he wanted to further his knowledge of Sargas' teachings. He was allowed to join th eranks but under one condition, he ws to start at the bottom and work his way up. Clothed in the plain habit of an acolyte, he was surprisingly content fo his mysterious visitor had told him a surprising fact. His words were that Grisov would lose the games but he would become the leader of Sargas' Church. Before Grisov could ask him his name the mysterious Minotaur vanished. As Grisov went to sleep one thought went through his mind, I am Sargas' Chosen Author: Grisov Date Fri Jun 16 21:44:49 2006 Subject The Escape of Grisov and Vish We had been captured two months ago, forced into this dark and dreary cave of a prison cell we bided our time. Searching along the wells, floor, and ceiling for a weakness, a hidden fracture that we could exploit to our advantage. Two weeks into out imprisonment we found it, the crack in the wall that had been covered by a thin mask of mortar. The mason had done a wonderful job on the wall, but he had not accounted for the strength of two Minotaurs. Four weeks into our imprisonment we had given up hope that our comrades would charge this far into Solamnia and rescue us. So we began to plot. We watched and began to anticipate the changing of the guards. Our time was swiftly coming to a head. Then in the black of night we made our move. As the rain poured down from above a silently thanked Sargonnas for giving us the covering thunder the rain provided. Timing our blows with the thunder we soon had the crack battered down enough to where one solid blow would knock it down. BAM!! The thunder rolled and he guards were busy changing. We finished beating down the wall and with a final look at our cell we began the long trek bavk to Sanction and from there Storm's Keep.
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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