The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Marus.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Marus' scribed in unearthly white ink.
Author: Marus Date: Sun Apr 12 20:11:48 2009 Subject The Prince Returns. Marus stands atop a hill, looking out at the fortress of Pax Tharkas. He was almost home. He had left quite some time ago on a quest, a quest that he took alongside two of his friends. A quest to find the Lost Gods. The quest of course was a failure, and left both Roeis and Keonthalas dead and Marus without an eye. It was a somber return, but still he was happy to be so close to home. Things had changed since he left..He had changed. Two of his friends had died and he couldnt do anything about it. Their quest led them all across Ansalon. From the Jungles of Nordmaar to the frigid cold of Icewall. He sighs and pulls the hood of his robe up over his head. He still had a ways to go before he would be home. He wondered what changed there. It had been five years or more since he had left. Thats a long time to be gone for anyone, much less a Prince. He starts to make his way down the hill and toward Pax Tharkas. He wondered how he would be taken when he got home, with respect or hatred. He sighs again and lets his thoughts drift off as he continues his walk home.
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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