The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kalrakin.
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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kalrakin' scribed in dull yellow ink.
Author: Kalrakin Date Tue Oct 25 17:23:52 2005 Subject Kalrakin Anovenax "Get him!!... You'll regret this you DOG! You'll regret the day you took advantage of my daughter." Said Thirgian Mordinlin as he directed his guards towards the fleeing young man. Kalrakin ran as fast as he could across the house, down the stairs and towards the main door. Damn... Guards. He turned and ran past a startled servand and jumped across a closed window out into the patio. His arms were full of cuts from the glass, but he stll managed to continue into the stables, where Thirgian's prized stalion was kept. "Nice... Come on luv, let's you and me take a little stroll together" He mounted the stalion and made it past the front gate, before the angry merchant or his guards even came out the house's front door. As he rode out he promised himself, he would never take a lady's invitation to come to her bedroom unless he was sure her father, or husband for that matter, was away, FAR away. Knowing he would not be very welcome in Tarsis after that little evening's escapade, Kalrakin rode off into the desert, heading eastwards towards Sanction, intending to go past it to Neraka. As he reached Neraka he found that war was brewing in this part of the world, they seemed to be in need of fresh troops, and well..... He HAD been taken to the church of Takhisis at a very young age.... Perhaps this was his Queen's way of showing she wanted his hand in her armies for this war. And he did need a job, and food. Yes the trip had been long, he needed food.
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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