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 is at 80. 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 pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tywin' scribed in vibrant blue 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.


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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