The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Inna.

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 private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Inna' scribed in glowing white ink.


Author:    Inna           
Date:      Sat Jun 28
15:26:42 2008
Subject     Strange things in the
sky

'Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, ' Inna
thought, listening to the
droning voice of the instructor.
Although the sun was at it's zenith in the
sky, the young elven
girl yawned, hiding it with the book in her hands. She
shuffled,
drawing the instructor's eyes to her. He shook his
head,
continuing his lectures. Knowing that he would continue,
she picked up a
writing stick and, dipping it in ink, started
penning words on a blank piece
of paper in front of her. The
seemingly nonsense words on the page gave her
a little thrill,
keeping her mind occupied. In fact, occupied enough that
she was
unaware that the lecture was finished and the instructor now
stood
behind her. 

"Doodling again,"  the instructor asked,
interrupting Inna's work. She
sheepishly looked up at him,
smiling shyly. "I'm not drawing,"  she
returned, trying to
hide the paper. It didn't work. The instructor picked up
the
paper. He tried to read what was written. "Shirak...what is
this mumble
of words? This is the not from the lecture today," 
he grumbled, shaking his
head. He wadded the paper back into a
ball, pointing out the door. Inna
stood, gathering her stuff. She
bowed deeply and left the room.

As night fell, Inna watched the
moon rise over the trees, feeling a bit of a
spark. Then
something else caught her sight. Something dark waited on
the
horizon, not on the ground, nor in the air. She shook her
head, going to her
bed. 

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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