The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Trixel.
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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Trixel' scribed in deep black ink.
Author: Trixel Date Mon Apr 26 00:21:31 2004 Subject A Walk in the Woods. He set out as he always does. Carpet bag filled with spiced potatoes and mom's home made mutton. Picking up his hoopak, and adjusting his topknot he sets off out of the great Palanthas city to scratch that itch that never goes away. His travels are never lonely he always finds new friends where ever he goes and this story my friends is no different. We pick up with our hero just as he makes his way up to the High Clerists Tower on his way to the Knights High Road. "Wow what super cool neato place!! Hey there!! Janitor!! Whats your name? Can I help you with that? " *Grabs the Janitors mop bucket, dumps it out and wears it on his head* "HEY THATS MY MOP BUCKET!! " *Trixel screams and runs away as the irate Janitor tears the mop bucket off his head* Escaping out the south enterance our hero trips over two holes in the ground and flies head first into the south gates. Trixel's bag busts open and everything goes flying. "OH NO!! MY SHINEYS!! Not into the gopher holes!! *cries* The faint music of "Im all right, dont nobody worry bout me" can be heard emenating from the holes. "Awe shucks, where am I gonna get more shineys?? " Seeing a glint over the next hill he continues south and to the east. Running towards the reflection like a dog chases a rabbit he stumbles over his own feet and rolls into a darkened forest. "Now I just know I saw that shiney coming from over here. " *sniffs the air and looks around* "Anyone else here smell a dragon? " *Looks up to see an Ancient Dragon breathing down on his topknot* Realizing quickly that the glint was not from a shiney, but from the extremely sharp teeth of this Ancient Dragon, Trixel begins to get upset that it wasnt a new shiney. But always the optomist, our hero feels that maybe this would be a good chance to make a new friend. He was wrong. With a quick lash of the Ancient Dragon's tail Trixel is sent flying out of the darkened woods and into the lap of an elf maiden. Tune in next time to find out:....who is this elf maiden?...does Trixel get the girl?...does he ever find his shineys?? Say Kender Time, Same Kender Station. Author: Trixel Date Fri Sep 17 15:45:02 2004 Subject Recipe for Trouble A mischievious kender weasels his way among the crowds of people in Palanthas. He slips from sellers cart to open market stand to banks, "borrowing" the wealth of the naive. The kender, spying a rather large and bulging purse carried by a very odd looking and very dark featured noble, felt compelled to lighten his load. He walked straight at the stranger, bumping into him and continuing to walk on with fattened pockets. Upon reaching a safe place near the city, he opened the large purse to see the treasures that await. The kenders jaw dropped and eyes widened his curios wonder at the odd trinket found tucked away in a side pocket of the bulging sack. The gleaming platinum disk nearly blinded the kender as he drew it from the hidey pocket. Realizing the potential value of such a beautiful rarity, he tucked the disk away safely to oogle later after another trip through palanthas to get a bite to eat. Upon returning to the city only hours later, tacked upon the message boards outside the tavern, the kender read a disturbing message. To the man who holds the disk, a plague upon you and your neighbors till I hold that disk once more. The kender's evil gears began turning, he knew exactly what to do with his new precious. The well-traveled kender wandered his way to kalaman to deliver the disk to the unsuspecting dark knights who frequented the area. Upon finding a rather hideous looking knight he knew to be a follower of the dark queen, the kender slipped the disk into the knights satchel with a note. The kender cackled with glee at the conflict that would soon arise between light and dark. The words of his note echoed in his head over and over each time making the kender more and more giddy with delite. A gift of peace from the solamnics knights. May this disk bless you as you hold it near.
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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