The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jerald.
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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jerald' scribed in dark maroon ink.
Author: Jerald Date: Fri Oct 8 08:09:46 2010 Subject Mercenary: The Revival The two men stared idly at the ocean as the wind threatened to quench the fire burning in their pipes. It had been a long time since Jerald had been back to Palanthas, the nearing sights at shore did not fit his memory. News of the war had caught his attention, and he intended to get his plans in motion right away. "You'll need a good dozen men for some of these, " Kulak spoke in a hush tone as he eyed the stack of contracts. "Maybe more." Jerald nodded in agreement. "Aye, we will. We are blessed by the war, money to be made for the men who have fallen on tough times." Jerald leaned back against his chair and puffed on his pipe as men began throwing lines to the Palanthas docks. Times were indeed tough, the economy had felt the impact of the war. Thieves and looters grew in numbers daily as the Solamnic numbers thinned to move to the front lines. Even the city guards were not to be trusted, so they said. A fine climate for a dishonest man to make an honest coin. As they made their way from the dock they overheard a group of sailor's demanding payment of a "docking fee" from the other passengers. A strong hand wrenched on Jerald's shoulder, spinning him around abruptly. "Docking fee, sir. You haven't paid, " smiled the man as he stretched out his hand. Many forms of extortion were common practice of the Mariner crews, they had expected as much. Kulak spoke in a harsh tone, "We've paid for passage, there was no talk of docking fees. Get on about your business." The two men turned to walk away as the sailor's hand landed again on Jerald's shoulder. As he spun he flared his cloak over the man's face as Kulak dealt him a quick blow to the head with the handle of a dagger. The sailor's body went limp, crashing to the ground. A small crowd had gathered, giving Jerald a perfect time to begin his advertisement. He slipped the paper from his pack and rolled it along the wall of the fishing store. Kulak quickly pinned it to the wood with a thin dagger from his belt. Jerald
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 mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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