The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Renolt.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Renolt' scribed in burnt maroon ink.
Author: Renolt Date: Mon Jun 11 20:23:02 2007 Subject Renolt: A new beginning. "Renolt di' Garn, at your service Sir", the young man stated without a pause, as he had thought the moment through a few thousand times in his head. The guard at the gate paused, then gave retort "Garnet you say, of which family young man?" He looked down upon the paper as he took the young man's name and gave pause for a moment, for Garnet had been sacked, overrun during the days of the Dragonarmies reign not so long again. Many valiant men fell in those days, perhaps here was one to carry on a name of a friend.. "I am sorry Sir, I was very young when the nursemaid took me from the city, all I remember is the shiny medallion of the kingfisher, clutching a small branch in one claw, and ...' the young man gave pause and quietly breathed '.. and those dragon men'. "Of my father, I have but this small coin, I do not even know if it was his... but I was told it to be" Renolt passed the coin with heavy patina, rubbed to shine by fingers so many years to the guard. The man looked upon the coin with some small wonder, "A knight of the Sword, there weren't many of these coins minted son, your father must have been a commander.." The guard looked upon the coins with the words "Est Solarus oth Mithas" softly glowing as they had been rubbed clean many years and stood brightly against the darked patina of the coin... very much like the one in his own tunic... which of his brother in arms' sons stood here at this gate this evening? "I too drew steel in Garnet lad, I will pass on your introduction and bid you take rest here." the guard said with some solemness. With that, Renolt drew pause, glanced down at the coin back in his palm and wondered again what he could not, or dare not remember. (OOC: Templar, Paladine follower, ready to serve. Renolt di'Garn at your service).
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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