The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Leaflock.
An aesthetic leads you out back, down a small tunnel to the sewers, then finally back out to the docks by the bay... where you spot a small Outrigger type fishing boat. It quietly knocks against the dock awaiting its owner to return. You climb aboard and notice a large book tied to the chart table.
The Voyages of Leaflock, the SHARK HUNTER!
Although the title seems a bit loud, the words bear further interest and you find yourself reading...
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Leaflock.
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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Leaflock' scribed in deep maroon ink.
Author: Leaflock Date: Thu Mar 22 14:34:31 2007 Subject A fish tail, er tale, well heck, a big shark, Hammerhead! Leaflock adjusted the sail of his small boat and tied it down. The wind was clipping along well in the Bay of Branchala and the debris of the wrecked ships had mostly been cleared years ago. Every so often he had to tack back and forth to avoid the mast of a sunken behemoth of a vessel and he would ponder... if only he could breath underwater and see the Fascinating spectacle beneath.. there would surely be countless shiny gems and coins he could trade for things.. but alas, today it was time to catch that shark. No Mariner was he, but only in the sense that he worked alone, afterall... who else would work with a fishing Kenderkin of all creatures. Nearing an atoll, Leaflock quickly noticed the birds circling above and dropped the sail down. His Outrigger slowed instantly and came to a stand still within a stone's throw of the circling gulls. He waited, no sense in losing bait if there wasn't anything he wanted to catch. The water erupted in the center of the birds, sending them into the air in a mad dash for safety. A massive head of some bizarre shark a good ten feet out of the water with a large Albatross being destroyed in it's gaping maw. Hammerhead!!!! Oh gooodie! Those were supposed to be fake, well at least he thought they were fake, or was that the sawheads... as he mused he caught sight of a lone feather floating in the wind from the carnage. Ooh, nice! He giggled as he quickly came up with his next scheme... how to catch that Hammerhead! After a few hours he finally convinced an Albatross to land on the long arm of the Outrigger inside his snare. Hm, what to do. So he tied a nice little fish to the leg of the albatross and bound its wings with a cord. Sploosh, the bird bobbed in the waves at the end of his incredibly strong Dargonesti fishing cord. A few minutes went by, then an hour, completely bored Leaflock began to carve upon a small bit of driftwood trying to mimic the shape of that massive Hammeread. Bit by bit the shape came closer as he whittled.. THOOOOM!!! A massive grey shape in the explosion of water off the port side of the outrigger! With a glance, Leaflock quickly did the comparison.. that shark was nearly as big as his outrigger... hundreds of pounds heavier than himself.. OH CRAP!!! He quickly realized that being pulled down into the depths wouldnt be nearly as fun as it sounded... he lept from his post on the outrigger to the main part of the boat and quickly wrapped the ever-disappearing line around a tie post. LURCH!! The craft lurched forward as the line snapped taunt, its driver apparently was a very angry hammerhead shark with a belly full of trussed up albatross, its passenger... a very happy kender who seemed to giggle uncontrollably as he held on for dear life. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Finally, after an hour of the immense fun the boat slowed and came to a stop. After what seemed like days and at least the weight of two dozen dragons... the massive head emerged from the water and splashed weakly. I'm trading you! Leaflock giggled and wrapped the cord around the behemoths tail, dragging the beast slowly behind his waverunner on his way back to the grand city of Palanthas. Oooh lordy, they would HAVE to believe him now!!! I really did catch it too, over eight hundred pounds and the only shop in town with enough money to buy it was Parlaks, imagine that. Leaflock, the Shark Hunter! Author: Leaflock Date: Thu Dec 11 17:18:03 2008 Subject Knife of Dracart - An odd day. (OOC: Leaving off from Deviant's Ending) SSHHHTUNNNK!!! Leaflock slowly glanced upward without lifting his head at the blade protruding from the tree barely a hairsbreadth from his topknot... 'Funny place to leave a knife', he mused as he turned his head up in a strangely contorted pose to view the underside of the blade. He then had a quick thought, as kender always do, and turned to thank his new friend for the fine gift. 'Seeeek the mage...' a voice hissed softly in his ear as an image flashed in his head. 'Thank you... er... did you drop this knife?' his cheerful shout turned into a whisper on it's own volition... hoping secretly that Deviant wouldn't hear him, and the nearly comatose form of Khin wouldn't stir. 'Who said that?' he wondered, and boggled at what mage, where, who? He quickly forgot and returned his thoughts to the knife. 'They must have wanted me to have it!' he brimmed with excitement as he realize that for once... for once he might just be right and they really did want him to have this fine specimen. He quietly worked the blade back and forth in the tree until it slid free. 'Wow! It's warm! That will come in totally handy when I have to go out and it's soo cold you know when your fingers hurt and you can't quite find that right pick and that lock that was built with extra special care and love won't quite pop open and you're standing outside of the Inn wondering why the people keep glaring and ...' he rambled on bemused by the flighty memory. 'Seeeek the mage...' a voice hissed softly in his ear as an image flashed in his head. 'What? You know, that's becoming kind of creepy, even for me and I like all kinds of things and rarely even ever turn a frown at things even though sometimes people aren't very nice and say mean things and don't even look to see if it hurt my feelings or anything but that's ok because usually I just forgive them or forget and.. what was I saying again?' the Kender babbled as a sense of frustration and rage came to him from some unseen being. Leaflock quickly made his way back to his favorite fishing hole, passing the sailors and rarely even borrowing anything at all, really. His thoughts often upon the nice knife, well not so really nice, it was actually kind of a mean knife but nice make and weight if you know how knives go and all that. 'Seeeek the mage...' a voice hissed softly in his ear as an image flashed in his head. As he passed a sailor he quietly slipped the knife into the poor lout's rucksack and didnt' even trade a thing! He was amazed, but realized that the knife would simply end up under a dock whispering that stupid phrase over and over... 'Seeeek the mage' he giggled as the sailor looked at him and quickly checked his own purse strings as he shied from the little kender. Ooh look! He grinned, the groupers are feeding! Fish on! Leaflock, the Shark Hunter!
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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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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