The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Thaeden.
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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Thaeden' scribed in vibrant brown ink.
Author: Thaeden Date Sat Dec 3 14:03:38 2005 Subject Deviant Day of Cuprig, 17th the Month of Dry-Anvil, Year 376 Post Cataclysm I often wandered amongst the great Plains of Abanasia, searching for new herbs to perhaps use as spell components. It was on one such trip that I happened to find a very rare weed that happened to be particularly poisonous. Mind you these were the Plains of Abanasia, not the Swamps of Taman Busuk making this find even more rare. As I set my bags and spell pouches aside I procured a bit of shade from a nearby bush. It was then that as I stooped to retrieve the plant that I heard a horse in the distance. Frowning I stood up to see who it was when the horse - as indeed it was a horse - blew by me and I heard a thud. With another frown I turned around to see a man on his face with a dagger in his back. It then occured to me that he was on top of my weed. Furious, I proceeded to kick him until he rolled off of it. But Alas! , My weed was crushed and no longer usable. Furious at the man - whom I hoped to be still living but presumed to be dead - I turned to gather my spell components to use upon him when - to my dismay - I found a rather ugly man rummaging through them. As the man was unaware of my presence I reached for my mace, only to spot it lying next to my spell pouch. Apparently my Lord was out for tea at the time, for when I prayed to him I received no answer. Racking my mind frantically I became resolved to the only available course of action. I snuck up behind the mand and proceeded to bite his kneecaps. Yes this might seem odd, but it worked rather magnificently. Screaming in pain, the man dropped my pouches and fled for his life - or should I say limped for his life? Gathering what was left of my bags and pouches I returned to where the former man lay to find him groaning and rolling over. Back on top of my weed. Only further enraged I kicked him in the head, knocking him out for hopefully some time. Author: Thaeden Date Sun Feb 5 21:05:37 2006 Subject Fiends of War (#3) Gazing from the shadows of the Nerakan forest, the figure speculated on the activity inside the walls before him. He had reports that these troops were suiting up for war. Unfortunately for the inhabitants of Neraka this dark robed figure belonged to the sacred cult of Morgion worshippers. The figure had specific, illicit instructions to make sure that this city started the war not unscathed. And he was going to see to it that he followed out his instructions. ________________________________________________________________________ ___ A tavern keeper in Neraka walks out of his cellar carrying three dead rats in one hand and pinching his nose with the other. Grumbling, he proceeds to take the rodents out back to the dumpster. At that same time, several cats were wandering the streets of Neraka looking for a meal. Searching the dumpsters, many of them were fortunate enough to find newly deceased rodents. ________________________________________________________________________ ___ There were also several birds of prey in the area, and the common food was beginning to be scarce. Fortunately, there were plenty of rats in the area. ________________________________________________________________________ ___ As the week drew to a close there were many scavengers and birds of prey found dead. Yet, in a city of evil these deaths were not noted, nor did there appear to be anyone showing any concern. ________________________________________________________________________ ___ In fact, in one army camp, a certain ogre was overjoyed as he brought in two dead hawks to share with his companions that night for dinner...
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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