An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Makarth.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Makarth' scribed in burnt yellow ink.

Author:    Makarth        
Date:      Thu Dec 11 05:02:28
2008
Subject     The Knife of Dracart

Somewhere in the Solamnic
Plains, Makarth lounges on a large pillow, by a
fellow Priest of the Lord of
Decay, in a large, marble ovalular room. Two
guards, one a hobgoblin, the other
a Theiwar, stand over them. Makarth takes
a puff from his pipe and turns to the
cleric. "There is something brewing, I
felt it in my prayers yesterday" The
cleric looked at him curiously and said
"oh? what do you mean?". Makarth
blew a series of smoke rings and then let
out "I'm not sure...a dark force,
something uncontained". The cleric smiles
and said "That may have just been
me, I had a bit too many beans the other
night and could not contain myself".
Makarth chuckled loudly and took
another puff from his pipe. Just at that
moment, a Daegar guard came rushing
in and hurriedly let out "Lord Makarth!
There is a footsoldier of the
dragonarmy miling outside!". He began panting
heavily as he had not yet
caught his breath "He carries a scrollcase".

The
cleric beside Makarth immediately raised himself, his eyes in alarm. The
two
guards standing over them look at each other in confusion. Makarth
smiled
towards the cleric and said "Relax, ofcourse the Dragonarmies have
spies in
our midsts" as if imparting a fact which the cleric should have
been aware.
Makarth turned to the Daegar guard and said coldly "Fire an
arrow into his
heart and bring me the scrollcase". The guard then
immediately rushed out of
the room. Makarth then turned to the cleric and
said "This may have something
to do with what I saw in my prayers." 

Minutes later, the Daegar guard
returned with a scrollcase and handed it to
Makarth. Makarth nodded to the
guard, who subsequently bowed and left the
room. Makarth then took the lid off
the scrollcase, emptied it of its
contents, and began perusing the scroll
carefully. The cleric began to eye
him with immense curiosity; The two guards
standing over them once again
looked at eachother dimly. 

"It seems the
Dragonarmies have misplaced something, and require our
assistance" Makarth
finally let out with an amused grin on his face. "They
want us to help
retrieve it before the Righteous Knights get a hold over it"
Makarth
continued. The cleric looked at him suspiciously, "Could it not be a
ruse?"
he cleverly stated. Makarth nodded, "We will have to learn more of
this before
we act" he said as he began to ponder. Makarth began to whisper
some words of
prayer, and suddenly coming out of his trance, turned to one
of the guards and
said "Send word to our friend in Sanction, ask him to
retrieve any information
he can about a special artifact. Go! Make haste".
With that the Theiwar rushed
outside the room. The cleric then looked
towards Makarth and smiled "Our
friend in the dragonarmies?". Makarth
grinned and said "What? did you think
the Dragonarmies are the only ones
with spies?" 

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'