The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lidaiun.
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 a metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lidaiun' scribed in faded brown ink.
Author: Lidaiun Date: Mon Dec 27 04:01:47 2010 Subject Starting Anew A warship cuts through the rippling surface, creating waves of its own. Oars row steadily to the drum beats, and heavy grunts can be heard between breaks. The canvas swells up from a strong gust, propelling the body forward; the Red Condor proudly pruning upon it. Several horned figures, grayed out by fog and distance, move about the deck. At the prow, one scrutinizes the coast, populated with boulders and foliage. As the ship glides by, another horned figures stirs from the undergrowth. "Guess my absence was noted." the minotaur mutters. Once sails are no longer visible, she emerges from the shadows. She shakes off leaves, twigs, and large clumps of dirt clinging to her once-white fur. Weeks of skirting the search party has dyed the albino a dark greyish brown. But the eyes remain typically red. She shifts slightly and an angle of light glances off, emitting a flash of brass. Absentmindedly, Lidaiun touches the left horn where it's broken at the tip. Grimacing, she secures the leather straps of her armor, and layers some cloth to silence the chainmail around her waist. Steel plates welded to her forearms gleam dully as she clears a path through the brush. Lidaiun comes upon a crossroad; a sign points north towards Lacynos. Below the sigh hangs a weathered parchment. It's on to its last nail, positioned at a steep angle with one corner up. She peers at it, the worn lettering reads "M-E-R-C...A-R..Y...Adv..n..ure..For..ne...Tars..." The minotaur assumes the last part refers to Tarsis, a good several months travel from Mithas. Well, it's a start she shrugs. Keeping to the dense growth and shadows off the main road, Lidaiun continues north. A few hours elapse and the Gates of Lacynos loom in the distance. Armed guards can be seen patrolling the towers and gates. First things first, getting past the guards... Then figuring how to acquire passage to Palanthas.
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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