The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rhibbl.

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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rhibbl' scribed in vibrant red ink.


Author:    Rhibbl         
Date:      Sun Jul 15 19:27:31 2007
Subject     Rhibbl Background

A small village is quietly nestled under tall, dark pine trees.
No light shines forth from any window, no fire is seen in the pits,
and no citizens can be seen moving around the streets or alleyways.  In fact, 
the entire village is cursed, and it all has to do with dark magic.
It happened quite early that morning.  Three dark cloud wraiths swept
down upon the village and swallowed with their gaping mouths, anything alive.

An old, withered hag with wiry gray hair looks down at the cursed village.
She is standing on the crest of a large, snow covered mountain.  The strong wind
makes her bony frame sway to it's violent rhythm.  With an evil grin, she
cackles, while she proceeds to crick and contort her entire body.  Her long, 
green robe whips in unison with the wind.

She has travelled a long distance to be here, and a vision has brought her to
this point in time.  The old hag also has no idea why she should seek out a
small child.  The old hag only knows that the village is cursed and that
all the town inhabitants are gone.  Her god, Morgion, asked her to complete
this task, or face certain death.  

The old hag mutters quietly to a monkey bird hovering beside her.

"Fly down to that thar village.  Seek out the weeee one and bring it back to 
me, all in one piece.  It will be wrapped in a dirty red sash, and hidden
in a chicken coop.  Do not come back without the child AND the sash."

The hairy, brown monkey-bird cocks it's head to one side, and begins
to chatter loudly.  After a quick hover in a wind stream, the monkey-bird
dives down in search of the not-yet-named humanoid, Rhibbl. 

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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