The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kilanthas.
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 an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kilanthas' scribed in glowing red ink.
Author: Kilanthas Date: Sat Jun 2 05:00:36 2007 Subject Something strange in your neighborhood... As you walk through the streets of Palanthas, you can't help but notice that things haven't felt quite right around the city lately. All over town strange and unexplained things have been happening. Brushing off these notions as mere paranoia, you reach your destination at the nearest tavern. No sooner have you received your ale, than do you hear two elderly men conversing near the back of the bar. "I hear there's a man about town accepting any kinda work offered to him" "So what? Lot's of guys will do whatever crappy jobs come to them for a few coins" "No, when I say anything, I mean ANYthing murders, robbery dark deeds of any sort, work even mercenaries won't take" This conversation is unsettling as it reminds you of your previous thoughts. You get up to move to a further table and as you do so you hear a faint laugh over your shoulder. Whirling around you see no one, but when you turn back to grab your mug, you find that your coin purse has been stolen. In front of you on the table a very distinct "R" has been carved into the table. Maybe those rumors have some merit after all. Author: Kilanthas Date: Wed Jun 6 01:43:15 2007 Subject Things that go bump in the night.... The next morning the streets of palanthas seem to hum with conversation. "Did you hear? " "I saw it myself, or I wouldn't have believed it" "All that blood... " "They cut up his little girl like that? How awful! " Your curiosoity gets the better of you and you finally ask a fruit-seller what the news was, trying not to gag at the woman's breath. "'ee didn't know? The 'igh Guard's Daugh'er? Ya know? Watch found 'er today, throat cut like a pig she was, and none to say who done it. Found 'er with a great big blue R Painted on her chest. " Horrified, you go about your business reflecting that perhaps moving to the countryside would suit you better.
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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