The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ralleos.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ralleos' scribed in rich grey ink.
Author: Ralleos Date: Thu Oct 1 22:41:49 2009 Subject Going out into the world. A young man circles an older man, a look of pure hatred on his face. The boy, Ralleos Von Drake, was training with his father Meric, who was a cruel man who often beat Ralleos for the slightest mistake. Granted, Ralleos had be come a decent fighter because of this, but he hated his father with a passion. With a grunt, Ralleos jumps forward, swinging his wooden sword at his father in an arc. Meric deflects the blow and sends Ralleos spinning with a massive blow to the face. Ralleos hits the ground hard and curses, wiping blood off his lip. "Youre Pathetic, boy. Theres no way you came from my loins." Meric says as he spits on the ground and turns to walk away. Uttering a curse as he stands, Ralleos pulls a dagger out of his boot and leaps forward, plunging the dagger into Merics side. He pulls his father close. "Tell me, am I pathetic now father?" He whispers as he wrenches the dagger back and forth in his fathers back. He pushes the man forward and Meric stumbles before falling to his knees, holding the massively bleeding wound in his side. Ralleos walks calmly over to where his sword was and draws it from the sheath. "You..no good.." Meric starts to say but his words are cut off as Ralleos sword passes through his neck. Ralleos watches as his fathers head soars through the air and lands face down in the dirt. He spits on the beheaded body before turning and walking away. He cleans the blood off his blade and sheathes it before moving into the house and gathering his belongings. With what he needed in a pack on his back, he grabs a torch and tosses it into the house before shutting the door. He was free now, at least free from his father. Another had been calling to him, in his dreams and in his heart. With a smirk he pulls his hood up over his head and walks off into the world, the house up in flames behind 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.
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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'
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