The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Menoch.
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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Menoch' scribed in earth-colored red ink.
Author: Menoch Date Wed Oct 31 23:30:49 2007 Subject Background The tortured screams of the human echoed off the walls of the canyon. Menoch gazed on impassivly as the two other ogre youths, no longer children and not long from their final adult growth, cut the man again and again with their long hunting knives. Never enough to kill. Just enough to bleed. The man's family lay not far away, blood still streaming from their throats, steaming against the cold rocks. Menoch looked on dispasionatly as the young ogers steped back from the bleeding man. He lay there, gasping, coughing up blood. Finaly, he looked up, matching Menoch's gaze with his own. "I'll never tell you. You've killed my family, you're going to kill me." He groaned as Menoch grabed him by his hair and jerked his head back, exposing the throat. "Foolish human. If all we wanted was your money, do you really think that it would have taken us this long to kill you?" His voice was low, and grated like rocks scraped together. He Leaned close, and the man winced at the smell of death that clung to the young ogre. "Our mission is not plunder. We are here for the slaughter!" With that, he gave the man's head a sharp twist, snapping his neck. He didn't watch as the body slumped against the stone. Menoch Gestured to the other ogres. "Come! We hunt!" They ran down the path that led towards the small villiage, the moons shining on their hunting knives in the darkness. All was dark when they reached the villiage, the moons having Retired to their palaces of cloud thoughfully providing Menoch and his companions darkness in which to work. Silently, they stole into the first home. A man and a woman were sleeping in a large bed in the corner, his arm draped lovingly over her shoulder. Menoch pointed, and the ogres moved. The couple never had a chance to scream. They left the first hut and moved to the second. As they reached the second home, the light of Solinari broke free of the clouds, and shone on the villiage. The ogres ignored it and continued to enter the homes. The three ogres swept through the villiage like wolfs through sheep. The screams of the dying quickly woke the small villiage, who ran to see what the trouble was, only to be cut down themselves. The ogres ran through the villiage, and when they finished, none were left alive. They began the long walk back to their own villiage, congratulating themselves on their slaughter. It was Otag, the younggest one of them who first heard the horses. He stopped, trying to smell them, and an arrow took him through the throat, as a mounted patrol of solamnic knights rode up over the hill. "Run!" Yelled Menoch, as the knights charged. Togh, the second ogre, was cut down as he ran. Menoch ran as fast as he could, towards the sound of the river. He came to an abrubt halt, as he almost fell into it-- about fifty yards below him. Cursing, he turned to face the knights. They rode up slowly, drawing swords. Menoch smiled, as he knew what he must do. "Good chase humans" With those parting words, he turned, and dived over the cliff, towards the raging waters below. He emerged two days later, soaked and freezing. He had lost his knives, and his money. He looked at the setting sun, and took his bearing. His villiage would have been destroyed by the knights. He needed a new home. He had heard of a Maurading band of Ogres and Goblins living near Neraka. Perhaps they would allow him to plunder with them. He turned towards the setting sun, and began his walk. Author: Menoch Date: Tue Jul 29 06:12:25 2008 Subject menoch story (repost) The tortured screams of the human echoed off the walls of the canyon. Menoch gazed on impassivly as the two other ogre youths, no longer children and not long from their final adult growth, cut the man again and again with their long hunting knives. Never enough to kill. Just enough to bleed. The man's family lay not far away, blood still streaming from their throats, steaming against the cold rocks. Menoch looked on dispasionatly as the young ogers steped back from Menoch looked on dispasionatly as the young ogers steped back from the bleeding man. He lay there, gasping, coughing up blood. Finaly, he looked up, matching Menoch's gaze with his own. "I'll never tell you. You've killed my family, you're going to kill me." He groaned as Menoch grabed him by his hair and jerked his head back, exposing the throat. "Foolish human. If all we wanted was your money, do you really think that it would have taken us this long to kill you?" His voice was low, and grated like rocks scraped together. He Leaned close, and the man winced at the smell of death that clung to the young ogre. "Our mission is not plunder. We are here for the slaughter!" With that, he gave the man's head a sharp twist, snapping his neck. He didn't watch as the body slumped against the stone. Menoch Gestured to the other ogres. "Come! We hunt!" They ran down the path that led towards the small villiage, the moons shining on their hunting knives in the darkness. All was dark when they reached the villiage, the moons having Retired to their palaces of cloud thoughfully providing Menoch and his companions darkness in which to work. Silently, they stole into the first home. A man and a woman were sleeping in a large bed in the corner, his arm draped lovingly over her shoulder. Menoch pointed, and the ogres moved. The couple never had a chance to scream. They left the first hut and moved to the second. As they reached the second home, the light of Solinari broke free of the clouds, and shone on the villiage. The ogres ignored it and continued to enter the home. The three ogres swept through the villiage like wolfs through sheep. The screams of the dying quickly woke the small villiage, who ran to see what the trouble was, only to be cut down themselves. The ogres ran through the villiage, and when they finished, none were left alive. They began the long walk back to their own villiage, congratulating themselves on their slaughter. It was Otag, the younggest one of them who first heard the horses. He stopped, trying to smell them, and an arrow took him through the throat, as a mounted patrol of solamnic knights rode up over the hill. "Run!" Yelled Menoch, as the knights charged. Togh, the second ogre, was cut down as he ran. Menoch ran as fast as he could, towards the sound of the river. He came to an abrubt halt, as he almost fell into it-- about fifty yards below him. Cursing, he turned to face the knights. They rode up slowly, drawing swords. Menoch smiled, as he knew what he must do. "Good chase humans" With those parting words, he turned, and dived over the cliff, towards the raging waters below. He emerged two days later, soaked and freezing. He had lost his knives, and his money. He looked at the setting sun, and took his bearing. His villiage would have been destroyed by the knights. He needed a new home. He turned towards the setting sun, and began his walk.
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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