The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Iriir.
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 a giant book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Iriir' scribed in dark yellow ink.
Author: Iriir Date Tue Nov 15 08:34:22 2005 Subject My Background. This Story starts with the Birth of a young Elf. From the Moment he was born every one could tell he had potential. He has Black hair and Forest green eyes, Very Strange for an elf. The Years passed and soon he was a young man, no older than 25 and not liking the simple life his family led, he ran away one night. Off in search of Adventure he went, Not knowing that it would find him sooner than he was ready for it. Only a Few days after he had ran away from home, he ran into a scouting party of goblin. Having nothing but a small Dagger, his first instinct was to run, but he held his ground, Shouting curses at the Vile Beasts. The Battle was short and ugly, Iriir managed to kill 3 of the party, but the remaining 4 swarmed him and got him down. He felt one of their swords, slide into his chest. Gasping for air, he glazes around. Slowly His eyes Glaze over and his last sight was another elf, rushing from the trees. With a sigh a regret his eyes slide shut, and he passes out. Author: Iriir Date Tue Nov 15 08:53:24 2005 Subject my Background This Story starts with the Birth of a young Elf. From the Moment he was born every one could tell he had potential. He has Black hair and Forest green eyes, Very Strange for an elf. The Years passed and soon he was a young man, no older than 75 and not liking the simple life his family led, he ran away one night. Off in search of Adventure he went, Not knowing that it would find him sooner than he was ready for it. Only a Few days after he had ran away from home, he ran into a scouting party of goblin. Having nothing but a small Dagger, his first instinct was to run, but he held his ground, Shouting curses at the Vile Beasts. The Battle was short and ugly, Iriir managed to kill 3 of the party, but the remaining 4 swarmed him and got him down. He felt one of their swords, slide into his chest. Gasping for air, he glazes around. Slowly His eyes Glaze over and his last sight was another elf, rushing from the trees. With a sigh a regret his eyes slide shut, and he passes out.
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
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