The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kerrok.
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 large book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kerrok' scribed in deep orange ink.
Author: Kerrok Date: Thu Jan 15 03:43:45 2009 Subject New Beginning Standing at the rail of the ship, the silver haired elf awaited his older brother. This was his first time seeing a ship, or the ocean for that matter. He had stayed in the forests, hunting and enjoying nature whilst he could. Yet now he is of age, and his brother is off to war. So he accompanied him on his quest. Hoping to see glory, and combat. As his brother came aboard the ship and began to talk to the Captain, Kerrok leaned over the rail and took one last look at his home as it faded away. Looking forward, Kerrok looks out at the vast ocean, and begins to wander what is in store for him and his brother Thus begins Kerrok's Journey, into a new world. Author: Kerrok Date: Fri Jan 16 05:22:46 2009 Subject Wilds Kerrok looked out among the forest, spotting the Deer through the bole of a tree, he fitted an arrow to his bow. Letting the arrow fly, the deer staggered to the ground. "Chislev, forgive me for taking the life of this creature," he prays as he slit s the dying deer's throat. Wiping the blade clean on the ground, he picked up the deer and set off at a jog back to his tribe. Later that night, after the deer had been prepared, Kerrok sat next to Hilcaia, his brother, and his Leader. "What is on your mind dear brother? Looking over Hilcaia he notices the troubled expression on his elder brother's face. "Little brother, war is brewing. Great armies of men and other foul creatures are massing." Shock spread over Kerrok's face at the news," how did you hear of this?" Looking over to Kerrok he tells him of a Qualinesti elf arriving ealier whilst he was hunting, bearing word of the War. Sighing, Kerrok looks to his brother," what does that mean for you my brother?" Looking over to his silver haired brother, Hilcaia sighs and stands," that means I must depart for Qualinesti to see where I can be of service." Without a second thought Kerrok stands beside his brother, face resolute," then I shall come with you, you'll need me to watch your back." Hilcaia grinned at the eagerness of his younger brother," to be so young," nodding to his brother," fine then, you shall accomany me, though the road will be dangerous, I will feel safer with you at my back." Agreeing with one another, both brothers depart for the night, Kerrok eager for the adventure ahea, and Hilcaia preparing for war.
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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