The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tywin.
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 'Tywin' scribed in brilliant maroon ink.
Author: Tywin Date: Wed Aug 26 18:29:11 2009 Subject Rats and cheese These past few days, it was the rat... i am usually accompanied by an animal companion, they help me forge and scout ahead and guard for me. they are drawn to my presence, they sense in me the hunger the longing for the hunt. lions, snakes wolfs and many different more. though, the last few days it was a rat...heaven knows what i did to draw IT. big enough, with sharp teeth and a nasty bite no doubt, but still a rat. so u understand when i blame cheese as the chief architect in my guards laxness to worn me of the incoming attack. i was relaxing at the pit in P A L A N T H A S. honing my favorite arrow ( i have one, i don't shoot it, its a long story) when a foul figure emerged. it eyed me closely, and left abruptly. i sensed something amiss, when my ...rat failed to notice the figure or to check on its business in the larger yard to the north. i looked and to my horror discovered the rat no where to be found. quickly i got to my feet, the feeling of incoming danger growing in my bowls heavy and rancid. there was battle to be had i concluded. i must be ready. in my hurry i forget my curative devices in my backpack and headed north. a lingering doubt caused me to look instead of strike, that cost me dearly. the figure was in the midst of readying his soul for combat; deadly unbalanced combat. we started dancing. it was unarguably decided that his physical combat skills were much inferior to mine; i easily jumped out of his Pound's, parryed the ones that got throw, for every one he missed, i landed 3. with dagger and sword a blaze' with speed and touch of thunder i slashed and pierced, i was glorious!! for all but 10 seconds. when i think of it now i remember that a man can have more the one weapon ( i myself offten use two), and some weapons are harder to see or comprehend. and i should have been ready for that... so it was. the man said the words and as the dust settled and his mouth rested, i - the hunter, was blind. quickly i rose to my sense from the early shock reminding myself that all those years and hunts have made me more the simple dagger wilder. i listened for the blows, i felt for the air move, making way for the incoming swing and i reacted. even with no sight, his skills were not enough and he fled, and then came back, i could not see or attack befor attacked myself so he was calm he said words and struck again, same result . he tried few times more, but seeing i was taxing him more the he was taxing me, his attacks dwindled. as i realized i must change this situation. i started running seeking refuge in some dark ally. i believe in my dash i cleared the city streets all together, finding refuge in some dank barn, and waited for my eyes to clear... and then i remembered...where in Mishakal's name was the rat?!?!!
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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