The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Xandralas.

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 dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Xandralas' scribed in faded white ink.


Author:    Xandralas      
Date:      Mon Jul 13
01:14:55 2009
Subject     Journal entry number 1

Day of
Dream Dance, 17th the Month of Autumn Dark

On the one eve of the
celebration one hundredth year on Krynn I have decided
to start a
journal. In it I will place many stories and thoughts, and
it
only seems fitting that the first of which should be a
narrative of how I
came to be here today.

I was born to a
typical Qualinesti family, ours lived in the village of
Shrivost.
We belonged to the House Woodshaper, and as a child I showed
much
skill in the Art that our family practiced. I was trained
and qualified as
an apprentice to the House, but events would
soon show me a different path.

This time was one of great
turmoil in Qualinesti. Human marauders and
bandits pillaged the
forest, destroying trees and villages wherever they
went. For
every step of progress our House made in restoring the damage,
we
were set back two steps by the ravaging hordes.

It was during
one of these raids that I found my true calling. While deep
in
the woods repairing damage, we were accosted by a group of
bandits who
struck down a childhood friend. Though we were
eventually successful in
driving them off, my friend was
grievously injured. Scared for him, I knelt
down and prayed to
E'li to heal my friend enough so that we might get him
home for
proper care. To my shock and surprise, my prayers were answered
and
my friend was sustained enough to travel back to our village.


The next day I petitioned House Cleric to accept me, so that I
might further
learn the secrets of the Gods. Though uncommon, my
petition was accepted and
I was given permission to travel to
Palanthas on a quest to advance my
knowledge and bring it back to
my people. 

Sitting here on a hill overlooking Palanthas, I know
I have made the right
decision. 

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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