The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Moonheart.
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 paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Moonheart' scribed in deep purple ink.
Author: Moonheart Date Tue Dec 20 16:29:30 2005 Subject A Sense Of Foreboding I frowned up at the night sky, my eyes automatically drawn to the constellation of Takhisis. 'It's late... I guess time really does fly when you're engaging in a pleasant conversation with Shao for once. ' I thought drily. Remembering back to our chat I recalled what I'd told him about my little brother. Should I pay Straze a visit? What if he is still angry with me, though? That argument had been anything but small, and it was I who said that I wasn't ever coming back... And now I wonder, how did he feel when I said such harsh things to him? Surely it couldn't have been a very nice feeling... Hell, if he'd said anything like that to me I'd be devastated. Absolutely heartbroken. It was then that I made my decision. As soon as things calmed down around here I'd go see him in Sanction. I can only pray for forgiveness. 'Shao advised you to make haste in your apology, fool. ' A voice said in my mind. 'Quiet. What the hell would you know anywhim? ' I replied, barely able to repress the urge to shudder. The voice was my own, why was I talking to myself? 'More than yourself, that much is for certain. Who is to say you won't die tomorrow? And if not then, then the next day? Or the next? Face it, you have no control over your Fate. ' I growled and clenched my fists. 'I said be quiet! I'm not going to die! ' 'Sure you aren't. ' 'Shut up! ' A moment passed in blissful silence... The voice was gone. I felt the tension slowly leave me as I took in a few deep breaths. Without another thought, I turned on my heel and stalked back towards the camp. "All of this has me even talking to myself, imagine that! " I said outloud, letting out a short laugh. As I entered my tent however, the rest of the day suddenly caught up with me and I wearily fell onto my cot, staring up at the 'ceiling' of the tent. A smile found its way onto my lips. 'Bah, what am I worried about? We may have lost the battle, but the war itself is far from over. ' I would have laughed, but I couldn't find the energy to. And for some reason the eerie feeling from before just wouldn't go away...
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 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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