The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Merthos.
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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Merthos' scribed in unearthly black ink.
Author: Merthos Date: Mon Mar 10 19:59:12 2008 Subject merthos The white moon broke slowly over the towering spires of Silvanost. From his posistion in the temple of Solinari, Merthos watched it dispassionatly. Another night in this lonely temple, trapped here with the old, dottering mages who hadn't posessed enough magical ability to dispassionatly. Another night in this lonely temple, trapped here with be trusted with anything other than teaching the novice mage classes. "And as we can see from the relative positions of the stars, the great moon's rotation is in fact influencing the tides of Krynn as well." Merthos glanced down at his starchart in annoyance. Already he had mapped the positions of the White and Red moons for the next two years. He sniffed in distain as the other students paid rapt attention to the old elf who stood in front of them all, laughing inwardly as they scribbled and crossed out calculations. As he glanced up at the sky, he noticed something odd about the white orb suspended above the temple. There seemed to be a shadow at the edge of the moon, that blocked some of the light. It was slight but Merthos, who was by now extremely bored with the lesson, was able to tell that it must be the shape of Nuitari, the third moon, worshiped by the Black Robes. Merthos pondered. Perhaps this was the way to cast off these silly students, with their moronic master. Perhaps this moon offered him his freedom. Perhaps it offered him power. He did not look at the moon again that night, but he knew it was there, and he felt its gaze on him.
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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