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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