An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Grumblock.

A greasy goblin comes in and looks around warily...

'Come there.' he points towards a dingy hole in the wall.

You walk through the opening.

Grumblock's Hole

A decrepit nasty room, the walls of this place literally reek with the stench of unclean goblin stench. It seems unfathomable that anyone in the library would allow such a room to go unchecked, perhaps they have yet to notice that the goblin has taken up residence... But surely the smell would have alerted at least one apprentice or Aesthetic...

A small desk, apparently appropriated from a local children's school, sits next to the bookshelf on the wall. The outline of a clean spot shows that someone has read at this place before...

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Grumblock.

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 tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Grumblock' scribed in brilliant purple ink.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Mon Oct 10 16:43:16 2005
Subject  A Nerakan far from home

Grumblock smelled the air tenatiously as he slipped past the
wyvern circling
overhead.  Hmmm, thats strange smell, human but..  Not
recognizing the scent,
he slipped quietly out onto the great Eastern Road and scanned
about.  As he
reached the gates of a strange misplaced city, he noted they were
open, when
normally this place is shut tight, so he closed them and waiting
patiently.

Quietly he slipped into the shadow by where the doors opened and 
waited.

... and waited.

With a creak, the gate opened and a man in Nerakan garb ran past!
Without a
second thought, Grumblock fired arrow after arrow after the
quickly
retreating man until he fell some yards down the road.

The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing.

Hm, me keep nice shiny coins, Grumblock said outloud as he
pilfered the man's
money purse. Then, as quickly as it had begun, he turned and ran
back into
his forest to the Lieutenant. Must tell, strange people in our
woods.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Mon Oct 10 16:43:36 2005
Subject  A smelly pointy ear

Grumblock listened cautiously as he slipped past the pirate
walking overhead.

Hmmm, thats strange smell, elf-kin but..

Not recognizing the scent, he slipped quietly out from under the
boardwalk
and followed the scent. After a long hike up the beach trail to
the city
itself he decided that the backway was the plan. Slipping on a
small ring he
vanished from sight.

Grumbles quietly jogged past the crowds of people milling in the
streets and
noticed the scent becoming stronger, although it was barely
recognizable over
the stench of herring wafting in from nearby.

The smell lead him past some half-awake Solamnic guards lounging
peacefully
at the gates of Caergoth. Quietly he slipped past them and out
onto the road
towards Thelgaard.

The bloody form of a warhorse littered the cobblestones, he must
be getting
close...

After finding himself finally reaching the grand Thelgaard keep,
he began to
put his nose to the test and soon hear sounds of fighting nearby.
It seems
that there were humans fighting a battle, but amongst them was
the owner of
the scent! Quickly Grumbles ran north and found a good place to
hide, behind
the carcas of a large horse.

Without a second thought, Grumblock fired arrow after arrow at
the elf until
he fell to the ground in agony.

The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep
nice shiny
coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money
purse. And nice
swords! With a word to Morgion to accurse the corpse, he turned
and ran back
down the road towards Caergoth.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Mon Oct 10 16:43:56 2005
Subject  A smelly hooman

Tika kicked him square in the pants! It seems she really didn't
appreciate
goblin advances. Racist hooman he thought angrily as he stomped
down the walk
behind the Inn of the Last Home. One of them will pay he swore.

Grumbles quietly ran through the woods and off towards the gates
of Tantallon
with one thing in mind, find some hapless human and give them
some pain.

Within a short while he was sliding between the gates of the city
quietly
past the guards and scouting about. There was a man now, he
appeared to be
some kind of goody goody cleric... ALL THE BETTER! Grumbles swore
as he
quietly appraised the man's belongings.

As quietly as he had approached, the goblin turned and ran back
to the gates
of the city to wait for the man to move away from the heavily
guarded
'Stocks'. Even a stupid goblin knows better than to attack
someone in view of
the guards.

Finally the man moved and Grumblock opened fire. Zap zap zap,
That's for that
wench Tika! He chortled as the bloodlust played out. Finally the
man slumped
to the ground in a pool of red.

As quietly as he had  before, he snuck up and took a look at the
scene.

The man had lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep
nice shiny
coins, Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money
purse. And that
globe! It was divine in every sense of the word! With a word to
Morgion to
accurse the corpse, he turned and ran back out of the gates of
Tantallon into
the woods.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Mon Oct 10 16:44:34 2005
Subject  Another smelly pointy ear

Grumblock sniffed the air tenatiously as he slipped past the
Solamnic guards
at the gates.  Hmmm, thats strange smell, elf-kin but..

Not recognizing the scent, he slipped quietly out from behind the
merchants
wagon he was shadowing and followed the scent. After a long hike
up to the
Tower of the High Clerist he decided that the backway was the
plan. Slipping
on a small ring he vanished from sight.

Grumbles quietly slipped past the Solamnic Patrols and even the
bouncing
kender seemed to give him no notice when he noticed the scent
becoming
stronger, although it was fading in and out from the winds. This
was very
close to his childhood home in the caverns, all was going well as
he knew
these roads like the back of his hands.

Quietly he jogged along until he jogged right past the lounding
Kagonesti!
Whew, he hoped the man hadn't noticed him and took cover behind
some brush.

Dashing past a large dais he ran, and saw his target up the long
stairs past
the guard. Ever so quietly, Grumbles slipped past the resting
guard and took
aim. Zap zap zap, the elf dodged and ran, quicker than Carter
running from an
angry bull!

The elf dashed from the Clerist tower and lit across the Knights
high road
faster than the goblin could even hope to keep up, but the hunt
was on.

Finally Grumbles called out to his Morgion to help him, and a
priest answered
with a twisting of space and time he found himself looking at the
face of his
prey. Quickly he dove up the stairs to get a good spot to hide
and fire, elf
or not, a fight toe to toe wasn't Grumbles style. He hadn't lived
this long
by matching brawn with larger humanoids and he wasn't about to
start.

With a cat and mouse game that involved not one but several
quivers of
arrows, the elf finally fell to his knees and over to his side.
The Kago had
lost much blood, but was still breathing. Hm, me keep nice shiny
coins,
Grumblock said outloud as he pilfered the man's money purse. And
black
potions! With a word to Morgion to accurse the corpse, he turned
and ran out
of the tower to a nice safe place where the lights weren't so
bright, nor the
company befit in Solamnic garb.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Mon Oct 10 16:44:57 2005
Subject  [Dwarf Wars] Short rat bastards

Boooom Boooom Boom Booom.. the war drums pounded out the beat.

Grumblock yelled at his sniveling little bastard goblins 'Move
you yellow rat
bastards move! Slow again and I'll skin you alive!'

He was quite grim this bleak morning, as were most of the goblins
around
these mountains. No one relished the thoughts of miles upon miles
of marching
towards the gates of Thorbardin.

War...

Well, at least it was those little short rat bastard dwarves.
Hell, some of
them were even shorter than Grumbles himself, an advantage he
planned on
pressing to it's fullest whenever he could. Brooti, his personal
pet dancer,
assured him that Grumm was bringing the contingent of forces from
the
stronghold. Her sister seemed to know the goings on of that pansy
Grumm as
well as any goblin wench could.

He damned well better be bringing the hobgoblin back breakers, or
this might
be a quick battle Grumblock mused. Even with his foul temper and
slower than
human wit, he knew the dwarves would be a vicious enemy.

'Pick up the pace you spineless worms!' he screamed as the whip
in his hand
cracked across the ranks.

What the hell were we going to do with that mountain once we took
it...

The troops marched onward, double time, the chanting droning on
and on as the
war drums pounded out the staccato beat of impending destruction.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.

Author:        Grumblock
Date    Tue Oct 11 11:36:57 2005
Subject  [Dwarf Wars] Marching on

Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom..

The deep drumming reverberated through the caverns as Grumblock
continued to
drive the lesser goblins onward.

Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom..

The pounding resounded as an immense heartbeat throughout the
caverns into
the mines beyond.

Thoooom Thooooom Thoooom..

The feet pounding upon the cavern floor in rhythm with the drums
of war.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

A massive explosion shook the caverns, nearly dropping many
goblins to their
knees. The wargs growled and the goblins yelled, the outer wall
has been opened!!!

'Outward, crush' They chanted. 'Onward, to kill' 'Dwarves, die...
Dwarves
DIE'... Grumblock marveled at their incredibly bad song, but if
it kept the
lily rat bastards marching, so be it.

'MOOOVE YOU DOGS!!' he screamed at those nearest with a crack of
his black whip.

We must reach the outer mines by nightfall... Those dwarves will
die and we
shall stew them in their own blood, he grinned with malicious
intent.

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.


Author:        Grumblock
Date    Fri Oct 14 18:39:52 2005
Subject  [Dwarf Wars] Into the mines

Grumblock motioned to Kragh to fire.

Snick! A black dart sped away.

'Hurrrrggh' the dwarf miner fell as the black shaft caught him in
the throat.
The miner was thrown back to the wall where he slid down in a
gruesome dance
as his body twitched it's last.

'Move dogs!' Grumblock barked to his underlings. As they surged
out through
the breached wall into the mines beyond.

A full four score of the little black-hearted rat bastards had
left the hall
with him, perhaps three score were with him now. Deserters and
idiots, some
he'd killed himself, some had turned and ran.

Turning to Groshka he motioned. 'Take a squad up that tunnel,
bring me
dwarves on a spit Grosh!'

With a nod Groshka sped off with his own underlings.

'Kill them all!' Grumblock barked.

He noted Kragh cleaning his arrow after ripping it from the
fallen miner's
throat, then marking a small mark upon his bracer. A handful of
marks were
there, soon to be dozens or more if Grumblock had his way. A good
goblin that
one...

With little resistance so far... this campaign might be more fun
that Brooti
warned, stupid dancer... always with the warnings...

Grumblock of the Black Hand clan


Author:        Grumblock
Date    Thu Oct 20 18:28:18 2005
Subject  [Dwarf Wars] Grishnakh's Day

 Groshka came flying around the corner running at full tilt. 
'General!  
' he stammered out as he gasped for breath.   
 
'What is it?  ' Grumblock snapped 'And stop calling me that you
lily rat 
bastard, if you weren't my sisters welp I'd ...  ' He noticed
Groshka 
actually did seem to have something to say and let his words
taper off.   
 
'It's Grishnakh!!  ' he blurted.   
 
'What about him, his squad was clearing towards Abanasinian
lands.  ' 
Grumblock questioned.   
 
'He's done it!  Groshka proceeded to fill in all of the sordid
details of 
the recent affair.  It seems his squad had happened upon a very
well armored 
troup of dwarves with none other than the High King at the
center.  After 
many volleys and engagements, the dwarf blood flowed more freely
than goblin 
blood and two of the Nine had falled!!!  The High King had been
rushed to 
safety but it was a glorious day.   
 
After hearing the details, the grin ever broadening upon
Grumblock's face... 
He passed the word..  'Let them all know' this will be the spark
that 
ignites the inferno upon the dwarves.   
 
And chants of 'Grishnakh!  Grishnakh!  ' began echo back to him
through the 
deep mine shafts.   
 
Grumblock of the Black Hand clan.   

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'