The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Snurl.

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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Snurl' scribed in dull blue ink.


Author:    Snurl          
Date:      Thu Oct  5 01:03:41 2006
Subject  OMFG

Someone grats 'The splattered brains of Chislev are lying here.



It is made out of unknown material.

It is in very bad condition.

You should have it repaired immediately.'



Mondraiken grats 'ROFLROFLROFL'



Good times, good times.


Author:    Snurl          
Date:      Fri Oct  6 14:12:25 2006
Subject  How Snurl got Rocigz lantern on fine day

Snurl ran out of Palanthas as fast as his little legs would carry him, the
new shiny white ring seemed to sparkle on his finger.

'Them not need, Snurl likes!' he grunted as he high-tailed it past the
bewildered gate guards.

'Did you see something Vin?' the first guard said to the second.

Vinok blinked and shook his head. He certainly hadn't seen the footsteps
appear as the sound of grunting dwarf ran by, without the dwarf. He cleared
his head and tried not to stare at the footprints that had magically
appeared and vowed not to have that last pint tonight.

Hours later, nearly dark in fact, Snurl quietly snuck through the gates of
Gerighelm. Exhausted he slipped past the unobservent guards and into the
servants quarters...

'Me sleep' he muttered to himself and curled up underneath one of the cots.

'GUARDS GUARDS!! THE VAULT IS UNDER ATTACK!!' a guard shouted from nearby.

'OOFFF' Snurl snarled as he lurched forward and bashed his head against the
sleeping backside of the servant above him.

He quickly dashed past the bewildered servant down the hall and towards the
commotion. The servant looked at the footprints on the floor and made a
sign to Habbakuk against ghosts.

As Snurl rounded the corner, he spotted one man heroically fighting a group
of six guards! The man's armor and standards clearly marked him as
Solamnic, yet.. so were the guards..

In confusion, Snurl tugged upon the man's belt dislodging a nice lantern
which he nimbly caught. 'Sir, you fight good?' he asked in his limited
speech.

The knight turned and saw no one, and nearly took a thrust to the face from
one of his opponent's spears, with a growl he turned back and continued the
fight.

Snurl was quite confused, no one seemed to see him, no one would talk to
him.. people kept ignoring him... So he quietly walked out of the southern
gates with a wimper, and a new lantern.

Snurl.
(ps. Stole a lantern from someone who shall remain nameless)

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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