The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Meriele.

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 brief catalogue on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Meriele' scribed in unearthly purple ink.


Author:    Meriele        
Date:      Sun May 24
10:35:30 2009
Subject     Mid-days study

She walks into
the small home that she shares with her sister. Her sister was
now out hunting for there dinner.
Slowly she worked her way back
to the back room of the house where her laboratory is. Carefully
she utters a single word and the lock slides free and the door
sways open.
She hated that she had to keep it so, yet her sister
with her childish pranks might break something in there. Softly
and with gracefulness she works her way along the component's in
jars.
 she moves over to an empty vial and begins to work with
liquids and other items from the jars lays out before her. She
scans back and forth from a tome off to the side of the
table.
Slowly she begins to stir the mixtures in the vial gently
holding it over a candle  heating the components slightly. "
Solinari Please guide my hand as i brew this potion. Give me
insight to understand."
 she close her eyes as she moved the
potion from the heat and pours it into two smaller vials. She
opens her eyes with a bit of surprise that the potion didn't
explode like the last one and two small vials acutely look like
they should.
Quickly she puts a cork in each one . with one last
look she adds it to the shelf holding other potions she has
brewed properly and blows out the candles and close the lab up
for the day. 
Soon her sister will be home and much work was to
be done in there garden.

Author:    Meriele       

Date:      Sun May 24 23:08:11 2009
Subject    
Awaiting

Meriele begins her work in the small garden
behind the home she share's with her younger sister. A basket
tide around her waist holds vegetables she has picked. A small
pouch holds the herbs she harvested.
 Slowly she moved though the
plants talking in a soft tone to the plants like she did every
day. Her eyes glace sky ward as birds flew though the air in a
display of color. A smile plays along her lips as she watches
them pass.
She walks to the tree in front of the house where her
sister always hanged out. Untying the bask she lays it to rest on
the one side of the house and shet rested her self near it.
 
"
ahh i wonder what she is going to bring home this time a duck,
rabbit , or maybe she found a boar that would be nice for once
would go well with the potato's i harvest i do hope she comes
home soon." she says out loud.
 
Slowly she pushes her self back
up and grabs the basket to take in side. she lays it near the
table and walks back out side to draw water up. She takes a cup
near the well and fill's it from the bucket and takes a deep
drink.
Water trickles from the side of her lip as she allows the
cool water to quinces her thirst. Once the glass is drained she
fills up a large pitcher and walks back inside. 
Laying down the
pitcher on the table she walks over to her tome. With great care
she lifts the book in her hands and returns to the tree to read
and await her sisters return.

Author:    Meriele      
 
Date:      Fri Jun 19 21:26:53 2009
Subject     meriele
Viola'vata's histroy life and boring stuff.

Meriele was
born in qualinost. Her father a member of the Elven army
known as
Wildrunner, her mother a simple herbalist. Four years afther
her
birth she was blessed with a younger sister Shizuru who
became a handful
from birth. There child hood was filled with joy
and happiness. There mother
showed them many wanders with herbs
to heal almost any illness, and to cause
a few to make people get
off their butts when they got melancholy. Years
passed as Meriele
begin to study Alchemy as well as magic. Where shizuru
spent time
with there father in the woods learning woods lore. When
she
reached adult hood her mother was struck with a sickness that
came from no
whereas. she laid suffering in bed, with none of
meriele's herbs working.
she finally passed after four days of
fighting the sickness. The family felt
the pain of there lose
with meriele looking at her sister as someone who she
will make
sure stayed well no matter what it took from her. The next
few
years she took to studying and awaiting for the summoning to
the tower.
where she will learn how to keep this any harm from
her sister. 

Author:    Meriele        
Date:   
  Sun Jun 21 01:03:03 2009
Subject     first
night

Slowly Meriele walked back and forth in the small
room she was given at
the tower. Her mind raced from thoughts of
how she left to what was ahead of
her in the tower. She forced
her to slow down and slowly stoped in the
middle of the room.
eyes fall from the desk and chair to the bed. 

" Oh sparrow if
you was here it would be much easier, or would i be more
worried
that you wouldn't wait for me to finish here." 

She said out
loud to no one but her self. Softly she moved to the bed
and
layed down on it. This was the first time she had to do
anything on her own,
Ever since her sister birth she had been
there right along side here, ready
to do things with her. Tears
start to grace her soft face as her thought of
her sister looking
for her and for leaving while she sent her sister to
bath. 

"
your probably walking around yelling sis where are you I'm
hungry, I
should of told you and taut you how to cook. You better
be ok when i get
home or I'll kill you my self!" she yelled into
her pillow.

Softly the sobs came till she fell asleep in this
strange room in the tower.

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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