An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tranch.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tranch' scribed in glowing red ink.

Author:    Tranch         
Date:      Thu Nov  5
23:35:18 2009
Subject     Goblin hoards vs
Fienab/Bonachili

Tue Oct 26 18:12:11 2004
Tranch of the
Red Eye clan was in a bloodthirsty mood this foul morning. It
was
the day of Rmeehr, and in the month of Gut-slash that meant
only one thing...
time for blood, preferably Solamnic or
mageling. With a grin to his commander,
who was quite passed out
from the copius quantities of grog, he dashed out the
front
entrance of the tunnels with his bow in hand.

A quick note in
front of the Solamnic keep caught the squire doormans
attention,
perhaps it was the crude arrow that it was attached
to, or the fact that it
stuck into the door next to his head. As
the young goblin ran out of town to his
hiding spot he passed a
young mage, at least the man was wearing clothing that
seemed to
mark him as such.

Into the bushes Tranch lept, then quietly
waited, and waited.

The mage was coming down the road... BLOOD!
It was a glorious day as arrow after
arrow the goblin spat upon
his victim.... but as the man fell, a guard spotted
the young
goblin and yelled out! After much ado the goblin found himself
further
down the road waiting again...

A shining silver helm
glinted in the sunlight just out of bowshot.

The goblin began to
rain death down upon the hapless knight, though the
knight's
armor prooved much more adequate than the mage before
him, eventually the stings
found their marks and he fell to the
ground.

(24 hours Fienab, 24 hours Bonachili, nothing from
Fienab, stole Bowlachili's
boots, oh, took arrows back) (Ps. 24
hours protection is from me and the Goblin
Hoarde).

Tranch of
the Red eye clan.

Author:    Tranch        

Date:      Thu Nov  5 23:35:41 2009
Subject    
Bahoogangeh, it's pronounced Mondraikenbled

Wed Oct 27
17:32:39 2004
Tranch of the Red Eye Clan was in an even more
bloodthirsty mood this fine
morning. It was the day of
Bahoogangeh, and in the month of Hot-Stink that meant
only one
thing... time for blood, any kind would do. With a grin to his
still
comatose commander, who was quite passed out from the
copius quantities of grog,
(though with a grin Tranch realized
that the commander hadn't moved in a few
weeks, perhaps the
dagger?), he dashed out the front entrance of the tunnels
with
his bow in hand.

The goblin was on a long hunt this day, for the
very streets and paths seemed to
be devoid of anything that would
slake his bloodlust.

After an arduous journey through the
Solamnic plains, he found himself slipping
quietly down the
streets of a city near Solanthus. Distant cries and the
clanging
of battle brought him to his senses, perhaps something even more
fun!
As he glanced down side-street after side-street trying to
pinpoint the noises,
he finally happened upon a large minotaur
grunting gleefully as it tore into the
local guardsmen. To and
fro the brute flailed, the guards falling to lifeless
heaps at
it's feet.

After a moment of awe, and not a little jealous of
the brutes power, Tranch
decided to test out his brains over the
beast's brawn. For, even if it came to
the worst, he knew he
could run faster than this hulking creature.

The goblin began to
rain arrow after arrow at the minotaur, who didn't seem to
notice
in his bloodlust. Finally the brute fell over in exhaustion and
lay there
panting. Sneaking quietly upon his victim, Tranch
glanced down and noticed the
beast had passed out from loss of
blood.

Carefully pulling his black arrows from it's hide, he
staunched the bloodflow
with the body of a guardsman and grabbed
the minotaur's coin purse.

(24 hours Mondraiken oh, took arrows
back)
(Ps. 24 hours protection is from me and the Goblin
Hoarde).

Tranch of the Red eye clan.

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'