The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Nathan.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!
Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Nathan' scribed in vibrant purple ink.
Author: Nathan Date: Thu Jul 3 20:58:28 2008 Subject Makarth PK Evil thrives when good men do nothing. This evening, as I the path of my old patrol, remeniscing over the many times my feet had trod these streets, I felt a charge in the air. It felt like battle. I quickly scanned around, but saw nothing, and yet, the air hung thick with divine energy. I quickend my pace, searching for the danger. It wasn't long before I stumbled accross the source of the disturbance. The dark cleric Makarth, standing by the fountain at Imperial Square, urinating into the pure waters. With a yell, I drew my swords and charged. As I ran, he quickly prepared himself for battle as well, and unholy energy struck me, slowing my muscles. However, my faith in Kiri-Jolith was strong and the Gods were with me this evening. One of my blades smote through his unholy curse, and struck him a glancing blow, stunning him. I quickly knocked his head a few times against the flagstones and dragged him outside the city, where I left him as a warning to those who would cause evil in Palanthas. I resumed my stroll through the city, my heart lighter. Author: Nathan Date: Thu Nov 19 04:22:31 2009 Subject A rainy day The rain seemed endless. Nathan stood under the cover of his tent, arms crossed, while he surveyed the terrain. To the south, his scouts reported massings of troops, though the Dragonarmy Forces aparently had little idea of the location of the solamnic encampment. Nathan smiled slightly as he thought back to his days as a recruit. He never would have thought he would be leading this many men into battle. The smile disappeared as he wondered how many of his men would die. He turned to watch his men as they ate, excercised, or simply rested. They were good men. Honest, and brave. The very image of the knighthood. But all young. All untried. Nathan looked to the horselines and winced as he saw a beardless boy in the garb of a paige tending to the horses. Nathan wondered if the child would die when they marched. He turned back into his tent, where piles of paperwork sat: Maps, supply reports, injury reports, recruitment reports. It seemed endless. He sighed, the boy outside almost, but not quite, forgotten. Outside, the rain continued to beat against the tent.
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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