An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Yrkril.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Yrkril' scribed in maroon ink.

Author:    Yrkril         
Date:      Wed Sep 16
01:54:15 2009
Subject     A late night tale

"We used to
be part of the Kingdom of Icereach, before the Cataclysm.
After
it, well...", he trailed off, staring at the wall.

"My village
had a treaty with a nearby tribe of barbarians." He
chuckled
wryly. "We consider ourselves civilized, and called them
barbarians."

"I was a fair trapper and I traveled often to their
village for trade.
During one of these trips I gained the
attention of a young woman." He smiled
at the memory.

"We were
forced keep our relationship secret, her people were
barely
tolerant of the treaty as it was. But, as they say, all
good things..."

"After about six months we were caught by one of
her brothers. We fled, but
three of them pursued us for miles."
He looked down into his drink.

"They kept gaining on us, so I
left her there in the snowy hills. I could
equivocate and say
that I thought they would forget about me and take her
home..."
He trailed off again.

"But apparently she dishonored her family
and tribe. They cut her down right
there on the trail. I remember
her blood spraying onto the snow in bright
arcs."

"Enraged, I
tracked them back to their village. I ambushed them and was
able
to kill two before the third ran me through the leg. The
coward rushed home
and left us there to die." He rubbed his leg
absently.

"It was slow, but I was able to bind my leg enough to
travel home. The
barbarian tribe had already come and gone. My
village and people were
destroyed." He tilted his head back and
drained the last of his drink.

"So I left Icewall, and traveled
to Zeriak until I was healed. I looked for
work in Bazin for a
while, but then I heard about mercenary armies being
formed here
in Tarsis. So here I am, another outcast sellsword trying
to
survive."

He was quiet for a moment, then slid his mug
towards the listening
barkeeper. "Can I get another?", Yrkril
asked.

"Sure thing pal," the bartender said. "This one's on me."


Author:    Yrkril         
Date:      Sat Sep
19 01:41:03 2009
Subject     A new beginning

I
hesitated momentarily before entering the tavern. Inside was my
target.

I pushed open the doors and was struck by the stench of
smoke and stale
bodies. The place was poorly lit, a few lanterns
and a fireplace providing
the only light. The crowd quieted down
as the door swung closed behind me.

I walked forward to a table
at he end of the bar where a two men sat
stacking gold coins. One
looked up as I approached. "What do you want?" he
asked.

"I'm
here to sign up." I said, trying to sound confident.

I heard the
scrapping sound of a chair being pushed backwards from behind
me.
A meaty hand slapped down on my shoulder. "'Ere now son, why don'
you
give me that sword before you hurt someone?" asked a
voice.

I mentally cringed at the thought of the slob behind me.
He smelled as
though he hadn't bathed in weeks. His breath
smelled of death and vodka.

I quickly stepped back with my right
foot, placing it behind one of his. My
right elbow snapped
backwards and caught him in the throat. He fell onto his
ass,
gasping for air.

The mercenary captain at the table in front of
me laughed loudly. "Do you
have any talents besides beating up
drunks?" he asked jokingly. "It doesn't
matter." he continued.
"You look able enough. Here."

He slid a stack of coins towards
me. "Go out the East Gate and follow the
road, you'll find the
camp several miles away."

He pushed over two sheets of paper.
"You can write? Sign your name here,
this one is for me. Take the
second with you and deliver it to Subcommander
Polt. He'll assign
you to a company."

I complied with his instructions and quickly
left the place. My new life had
just begun. 

Author:  
 Yrkril         
Date:      Wed Sep 30 01:12:49
2009
Subject     A new calling

Six months had passed
since I had joined the mercenaries armies in the
Plains of Dust.
Most of our actions had gone to suppressing minor villages
in the
area, but there were a couple of major attacks against larger
cities.
 
A stinging pain in my ribs had broken my rememberance.
My sparring
partner Jorik had scored a painful blow. "Wake up,
Yrkril!" he taunted as
stepped back into a ready stance, wooden
training sword making small circles
in the air in front of me.

A
few moments later I was again thinking of what brought me here.
My mind
wandered back to the battle of Qindaras. Our lieutenant
had just fallen and
I had taken over in the midst of the
fighting. The scaling of the walls was
brutal. Large rocks
crushed skulls of those climbing the ladders and hot oil
melted
the flesh of many of those at the base of the walls.

Upon
gaining entry to the city, I rallied my remaining troops and went
to
report to our division Captain, only to find he and most of
our leadership
had died leading the charge. Taking arrow fire
from nearby rooftops, I
quickly ordered the other squads into
cover. Over the next few hours we made
our way deeper into the
city, eventually taking a securing an army barracks.

A loud
voice brought me back to reality. Subcommander Varen was
ordering
an end to the combat drills and issued a call to mess.
As I walked with the
other recruits towards the mess hall, I
thought of the first time I had met
the Subcommander.
 
The city
had been in our control for three days. We were still in
the
barracks when the Subcommander came to see me.
 
"Sir!"  I
stood up and saluted.
"Yrkril, "Captain" Yrkril, is it?" he asked
wryly.
"Provisional sir, I took command when necessary."
"I see.
We need people with initative. The Dragonarmies will soon
sweep
over Krynn, and all will be made to bow before the Emperor.
I am heading to
Neraka to deliver a report on the recent battle.
Accompany me, and if the
Emperor finds you worthy, great things
may be in store for you."
 
After the meeting was over I was
taken to the armory, equiped by the
quartermaster and sent off to
basic training. Eight weeks later, here I was,
nursing a cracked
rib and eating beef stew in the chow hall. our graduation
date
soon approached, and I would be off fighting battles for the
Queen.

Author:    Yrkril         
Date:      Thu
Oct  1 22:15:19 2009
Subject     The Hunt for the Everman, Part
1

Snow fell softly onto the shoulders of the dark figure
as he peered around the
corner of a building. He looked up
briefly.  A light storm had pushed north into
Tarsis from
Icewall, but he knew it the sun would break by mid-day.  He
watched
as his target continued down the street and slipped
around a corner. He moved to
follow the grey-haired man.

Berem,
the Everman, turned the corner and slammed heavily into two
figures
wrapped in cloaks.  He was shaken by the metal armor they
concealed and tried to
withdraw as one of them grabbed his
wrist.

"What is this then?  Another pickpocket?" asked the
man holding Berems
wrist.  He struggled harder to get away. 
"Derek, please.  This man is
harmless, look at him."  Berem
was dressed in near-rags, and barely adequate
boots were on his
feet.  He definitely was not sufficiently dressed for
the
weather.  The dwarves had given him little after his release.
 After fifty years
imprisonment in Thorbardin he had wandered the
East Road until reaching Tarsis,
and now was looking for little
more than food and shelter.

Aaron Tallbow gently broke Derek
Crownguards grip on Berems wrist and attempted
to guide him
towards the door of the Red Dragon Inn.  "We are staying
here,
please, come have a meal with us."

Berem said nothing,
but pulled away once more.  As he did, a dagger flashed
through
the space he had just occupied and imbedded itself into the
doorframe. 
Berem looked up at the dark figure that had thrown
the knife, then down at his
torn shirt, which had been sliced
open by the daggers flight.  Both Aaron and
Derek were staring at
the large green gem set into Berems chest.  The Everman
bolted
down the street as the dark figure moved down an alley to cut him
off.

"Foul magicks..." Derek said, drawing his sword from
under his cloak.
"No Derek, this is... something else..."
Aaron replied as he pulled the
dagger from the doorframe, showing
his companion the Dragonarmy symbol pressed
into its hilt.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Regimental Commander Ayasana uth Matar sat at a desk in her
command tent, its
canvas sides shaking in the desert wind.  She
had come to this Dragonarmy camp,
located in the Plains of Dust,
just over a week ago.  Her mission ostensibly was
to assess the
readiness of the troops located there, but really she had
received
a vision through a priestess that her efforts would be
required here soon.  She
had also brought three recently-minted
soldiers to test their mettle for the
first time: the human
Yrkril, the hobgoblin Zopzer, and Lahrag, a goblin.  What
the
Queen had in mind for such a group, only she knew.

Just then the
tent flap was pulled open and two people walked in, a
subcommander
from the Red wing, and another man in dusty
clothing.

"Maam," the subcommander began, saluting as he
entered.  "This is Lorahk,
one of our undercover operatives
from Tarsis."

"Commander," the one called Lorahk began. 
"The target, Berem, has been
spotted in Tarsis.  Another
operative spotted him in the company of two
known
Solamnics."

Ayasana stood and turned to the
subcommander.  "Notify the quartermaster to
prepare four fast
horses, then find the soldiers Yrkril, Zopzer and Lahrag and
have
them prepare to leave in twenty minutes."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The gryphon landed in the courtyard of the small Solamnic
outpost.  A man
dismounted and ran inside the keep.  He had been
spotted a few minutes before
and was soon met by the captain of
the post.

"My Lord, this is an urgent message from Lord Derek
Crownguard." The
messenger said breathlessly, passing a scroll
to the knight.

Breaking the seal, the captain unrolled it and
started scanning its contents.
"...a target pursued by the
Dragonarmies... ...hereby order you to send all
available
knights... ...Tarsis by all possible haste..." He stopped and
turned
to his seneschal.  "Not one for niceties, is he? Very
well then, I will inform
our guests of their new orders."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Knights of the Crown Gaelehad di Luinstat, Blaine di Caela,
Segwarides Torgh and
Etilyn di Delgaard were all sitting at a
table, sharing a meal when the captain
came and informed them of
Lord Crownguards orders.  As one they stood up and
moved towards
their quarters to retrieve their arms.

Author:   
Yrkril         
Date:      Thu Oct  1 22:28:25
2009
Subject     The Hunt for the Everman, Part
2

Ayasana and her soldiers arrived at the east gate of
Tarsis after an hour
of hard riding. The stabled their horses
near the central plaza and were
about to begin their search when
Yrkril spoke up. "Commander, " he said, "I
am quite well
familiar with this city and could take the lead if you
like."
"Yes, that works well. Take your two companions and
being your search. I
will make contact with our operatives here
in the city and see if they have
any current information." The
three saluted as she left, then set out to
begin the
search.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two
hours later they had searched much of the southern city,
including a
tavern Lahrag had insisted upon checking out. Moving
northward along the
harbor, they came across four figures walking
towards them. They all wore
cloaks, but made no effort to hide
the Solamnic armor they wore underneath.
Swords and daggers were
drawn as the two sides squared off.

Any semblance of order
quickly dissolved as the melee turned into a scrum.
The small
goblin Lahrag ducked inside Blaines reach, his dagger
deflecting
off the armor in its search for soft flesh. Frustrated
by his inability to
get the goblin at reach, Blaine brought his
knee up, connecting with Lahrags
chin, and then followed up by
smashing him in the temple with the hilt of
sword.

Enraged at
the sight of the felling of his friend, Zopzer rained
heavy,
overhead blows upon Blaine. Unable to maintain his guard
against the large
hobgoblin, the knight turned to put space
between them, but was caught by
wide slash that caught him in the
side, throwing him into a building and
knocking him
unconscious.

Yrkril, to his credit was fending off the remaining
knights with rapid
strikes from his twin swords. During the
combat a nearby lamppost was
struck, the glass container
shattering and spraying an unsuspecting Zopzer
in the face with
flaming oil. Partially blinded, the hobgoblin struggled to
stay
in the fight.

Seeing himself now at a major disadvantage, Yrkril
looked for a quick way to
resolve the situation favorably. Facing
two opponents with a third nearby,
he released a quick flurry of
blows, setting the knights a step back. Moving
towards Blaine, he
parried an attack and snapped a quick kick to the body,
pushing
the knight back. In the very next breath he thrust forward
at
Etilyn, his sword finding an exposed spot just under her
breastplate. Using
the sword as leverage, he swung her towards
her companions, knocking them
aback. She came off his sword and
fell heavily to the ground, her blood
mixing with the muddy snow
on the cobblestones. 

Yrkril saw none of this, as he was already
moving down the street. He cuffed
Zopzer on the head and said
"Grab him!" Zopzer bent down to grab his smaller
companion,
and then was pulled as Yrkril broke into a full run down
the
street, one hand on the hobgoblins sleeve for
guidance.


Author:    Yrkril         
Date:     
Thu Oct  1 22:45:32 2009
Subject     The Hunt for the Everman,
Part 3

Several minutes later they stopped at ramshackle
hut deep inside the old harbor.
"Come on, this is a safe house,
we stay here for the moment."  Entering the
building, he
directed Zopzer to set Lahrag down on a nearby cot.  An older
man
came from a back room and startled slightly at the trio.

"Stunbog, we need your help."  Yrkril said.
Still taken
slightly aback, the old man replied, "Well, normally I..." 
He was cut off.
"Look, old man.  You showed me kindness once in
the past, but this is important,
and you will help us.  Now."
Yrkril demanded of the healer.
"Okay then.  But your friend, he
needs to rest here, last least overnight.  If
you..." He was
cut off again by the soldier.
"No, we must be on our way again,
soon.  Just do something to get him back on his
feet; we can rest
once our mission has been finished."
 
"Very well." Stunbog
said, obviously not happy with the situation.  The healer
moved
towards a cabinet and came back with a few items.  "Here." he
said, handing
number of small bottles over to Yrkril.  "Have
them each drink one of these.  Put
the second bottle into the
small ones wounds, and pour this third one into your
larger
friends eyes.  I dont expect to see you here again." 
The old man turned away and
moved to a back room, closing the
door behind him.
 
Yrkril nodded his understanding of the
instructions and quickly complied.  After
getting their bearings
again, the three left the hut to continue their search, a
small
pile of coins left in a donation box by the door.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Around this same time, a magical missive sent by Baroness
Ayasana arrived at Neraka.
Absorbing its contents, Dragon Emperor
Luerk Trell stood and began making preparations
to join the hunt.
 Some time later his belongings were gathered and the spell
was
prepared.  Speaking the final arcane syllable Luerk opened a
rift in space and stepped
through...
 
...and emerged in a
muddy plaza in Tarsis.  Seeing his arrival, Ayasana moved
forward
to meet him.
"My Lord." She said, bowing before the
Emperor.
"I received your missive.  What is the current status
of the operation?" he inquired.
"We tracked the Everman here,
my Lord."  She said, indicating the palace behind her. 
"He
has taken refuge inside.  We have all the exits watched, and we
were about to enter
as you arrived."
"Excellent." was his
reply.  "Let us end this business."

----------------------------------------------------------------

The strike force moved from room to room, checking everywhere
for Berem.  No quarter was
given to the guards that opposed them.
 Some nobles and servants were caught in the melee,
fighting
whether from a sense of duty or for mere survival, the results
were the same. 
Stepping over the bodies, Luerk spotted the
target running down a hallway.  Entering a
large dining hall, the
Dragonarmy soldiers saw that they had finally trapped their
prey.
Warily walking backwards, not taking his eyes off the
soldiers, Berem struck the far wall 
as they continued
approaching with weapons drawn.  Daring to make a break for it,
Berem
tried to dash past Yrkril, who struck him in the head with
the flat of his blade.  Spinning
around and dazed, Berem was met
by Lahrag, who brought the pommel of his dagger down at the
base
of his skull.  The Everman fell to the ground, unconscious. 
Emperor Luerk grinned
evilly.  "You have all done well.  But I
will take it from here."
 
He kneeled down by the prone form
and spoke a series of strange words.  Both blinked out of
sight.

Author:    Yrkril         
Date:      Wed
Oct  7 01:49:52 2009
Subject     Wise council

Yrkril
watched as the Tarsian council members left their chambers.
The
Lord of the city was the last to leave. The soldier rose from
his chair as
the Lord approached.
 
"The council has agreed to
your proposal." the Lord began, a black half-mask
still
covering his face. "We agreed that some of your people will be
allowed
to watch key points of movement within the city, gates,
public squares and
the like."
 
"What of my other
proposal?" asked Yrkril.
 
"A small number of your squads
will be permitted to search within the city,
so long as they do
not cause trouble or disrupt commerce."
 
It figures that the
merchant princes that ran the city would be more
concerned with
their purses than their populace, Yrkril thought to himself.

"Please tell your Commander, Aya'sana, is it? That we are glad
that we are
able to come to an understanding on this matter."
the Lord said pointedly.
 
"I shall ride out to our camp, east
of the city, and tell her myself this
very afternoon." Yrkril
said. The implied threat was not missed. 
 
The soldier felt
relieved as he walked to where his horse was stabled.
Since the
Everman incident and the subsequent disappearance of
Emperor
Trell, things were unsettled within the Dragonarmy
leadership. It was
everyone's responsibility to step up an and
take charge, lest the rank and
file troops get out of hand.
Yrkril was pleased when Commander Aya'sana
assigned him the task
of leading the search within Tarsis, and even more
relieved now
that the city council was falling in line. Yes, things we
going
along nicely...

Author:    Yrkril        

Date:      Fri Oct 16 00:06:27 2009
Subject     The
Plains of Dust

A cold wind blew across the Plains of
Dust, whipping the scarf covering
Yrkril's face violently. He
scanned the horizon, squinting his eyes as the
harsh dust scoured
his face. Spotting a flock of vultures in the distance,
he
gestured to a pair of his scouts to go examine whatever had
gained the
bird's interest.

Over a week had past since he had
left the Dragonarmy base camp in the
Plains, two dozen soldiers
in tow. It was revealed during the meeting with
Commander
Aya'sana that there was evidence that Emperor Luerk could be
lost
in the Plains of Dust. Yrkril, along with others, were
dispatched with teams
of men to locate and recover the
Emperor.

Yrkril motioned and began riding again. His men were
spread out in line
formation at intervals of one hundred feet. As
they continued with the grid
search that began days ago, he
thought the the terrain that lie ahead.
Farther east the land
would turn red and cracked, a barren wasteland that
was
treacherous to even a prepared traveler. Small rivers and the
occasional
oasis could be found there however, so there was still
hope for Luerk... 

Author:    Yrkril        

Date:      Wed Oct 21 01:26:51 2009
Subject     The hunt
continues

Goblins...

Such miserable creatures.  And the
smell...

Though they did have some uses, Yrkril admitted to
himself. And the one
he was currently waiting for had certainly
proved adequately skilled in the
past. He only experience with
them prior to this had been in the mercenary
companies now
employed by Dragonarmies. Typically used for cannon fodder
or
scaling actions, they had rarely intruded into his
consciousness before
today.

Yrkril shielded his eyes against the
wind and sun as he scanned the
horizon for his errant scout.
Since making camp on this riverbank the night
before, a minor
storm had whipped up in the plains and was now doing its
best to
scour the skin from their bones. 

Most of the other 40
expedition members were taking refuge in
doubly-staked tents that
still shook fiercely. Yrkril had been given a
temporary field
promotion to lead these men some weeks ago, just after
Emperor
Luerk had disappeared. It was an honor, to be sure, but oddly
enough
the increased responsibility did not come with any extra
pay.

Their journey to this point had started near the ruins of
Twendle, near
the end of the East Road. After searching northward
past the village of
Lantern they turned east, crossing two rivers
and skirting around the town
of Qindaras. Others had moved
southwards towards the Murder Mounds then east
again, mirroring
his own course. They currently camped several miles south
of the
ruins of Purstal, a town that was now supposedly haunted by
undead
creatures and gully dwarves. Yrkril wasn't sure which he
would prefer. 

Their best lead had come in the form of a caravan
that had left Tarsis
several days before them, but the best info
they had suggested an oasis as
Luerk's likely location. Not
exactly prime intel.

Ah! There, in the distance! Several shapes
were starting to form. Lahrag
(that was his name!) and his pack
were emerging from the storm. Taking
shelter in the relative
comfort of his command tent, Yrkril received the
scout's report.
All information the goblin had pointed to a place called
the
Sinking Wells as the location of the missing Emperor.

A
well-reasoned choice, Yrkril thought. An ancient sinkhole
that
constantly refilled, it had been known as a reliable place
for water and
rest for hundreds of years. It was still many days
of riding to the
southeast though. Yrkril dismissed the goblin,
and made preparations to move
out as soon as this dratted storm
let up.

Author:    Yrkril         
Date:     
Thu Nov  5 03:52:04 2009
Subject     The time to
strike

Checking his equipment over for the third time,
Yrkril found everything
to be satisfactory. He crawled his way up
the mound of sand until he could
just peer over the edge, the
tan-colored hood pulled low over his brown. The
shack was several
hundred meters away, near a small oasis. The latest
intelligence
had pinpointed this as the location of the missing Emperor.


Yrkril slid back down the slope on his stomach, rejoining his
men. A
dozen of his finest troops were likewise preparing for the
coming assault.
He looked up at the mid-day sun. A few more hours
and dusk would be upon
them, then the strike would begin.


Assuming the strike force was successful and Luerk Trell were
rescued,
Yrkril's temporary tenure as captain of this company
would be at an end.
They were excellent troops, and Yrkril would
miss their presence when he
returned to Neraka. Oh well, he
thought. It is better to die for the Queen,
than live for
yourself, as the saying went. 

With this thought, Yrkril
looked over at the sole priest accompanying
them. Relegated
mostly to healing duties, he had been a constant pain,
grumbling
at every little thing the entire trip across the Plains.
The
cleric was staring off into the distance, unmoving, as though
he were in a
trance. After several minutes, he let out a gasping
breath and jumped to his
feet. 

"We must go now!" he said,
practically shouting. He started climbing up
the hill, gesturing
to the other troops, who looked back and forth between
him and
Yrkril, confused.

"What are you doing? We can't charge across
open ground in broad
daylight!" Yrkril exclaimed.

The cleric
would hear none of it though, he had just climbed over the top
of
the dune and had started down the other side. Any element of
suprise
would be ruined now, Yrkril thought as he signaled his
men to move. I hope
we aren't charging headlong into a trap.


Weapon drawn, Yrkril spent most of the next few minutes it
took to reach
the shack cursing the folly of mystics and clerics.
Who had brought the
Cataclysm upon Krynn after all? He hoped they
would not now cause his
downfall. 

Reaching the shack, he
gestured to his men to surround the structure and
cover all doors
and windows. Sheathing his sword, he pulled a dagger from
his
belt and positioned himself near the door. Nodding to one of the
men,
Yrkril turned his head and the soldier kicked in the door.
Rolling around
the doorframe, ready to a fight, Yrkril saw the
Emperor, standing in the
middle of the room, looking none worse
for the wear. At his feet was the
body of a dwarf, unknown to the
soldier. Some rescue this turned out to
be, he thought, pushing
the dagger back into his belt. 

Author:    Yrkril     
   
Date:      Sat Nov  7 23:57:41 2009
Subject     The
trade caravan

The trade caravan was destroyed. Pack
animals and frightened people
scattered in all directions. Bodies
lie all around the sandy hillside,
already attracting the
vultures and other scavenger animals, even though the
fighting
had not yet stopped.

Yrkril pulled his blade from the body of a
caravan guard and surveyed the
immediate area. Seeing no other
nearby enemies the newly-minted Subcommander
cleaned his blades
on the cloak of the dead guard and sheathed one of them.

Looking
back, he saw the Emperor standing on a hill, overlooking the
battle.
Yrkil looked towards the field of battle again, seeking
more of the enemy.
He spied a lone Solamnic knight, trying to
organize a few of the remaining
guards into some form of
resistance. A savage cry went out, and he saw the
goblin, Zopzer,
charging at the knight. Yrkril ran towards them, eager to
assist.


The knight was easily outskilled by the goblin and was
struggling to fend
him off as Yrkril arrived, shouting a war cry
of his own. This distraction
was all Zopzer needed, and struck
the knight down with the flat of his
blade.

By this time, a
motley crew had recovered their wits to come to the defense
of
the downed knight. Another Solamnic, a dwarven priest, a red robe
and a
shadowy figure all stood before the two Dragonarmy
soldiers.

Crackling with a powerful aura of dark energy, the
Emperor lashed out with
concussive force, knocking the party
back. Yrkril was startled, he had not
even seen the arrival of
his lord. Leaping upon the fallen enemies, Yrkil
and Zopzer
attacked the remaining knight first. He struggled against
the
Subcommander's superior skill, and was driven back with each
blow of his
sword... right into Zopzer, who hamstrung the man
with a quick slice of his
blade.

Emperor Luerk had turned aside
the shadowy figures' attempt to match his
dark energy, and swept
him aside with a blow from his mace. The red robe,
frightened by
the ease of his allies defeat, spoke a word of magic
and
disappeared. The Dragonarmy soldiers turned to the final
opponent, the
dwarven cleric. He decided to exercise the better
part of valor, and ran,
not stopping until he reached the mighty
Southgate. Emperor Luerk stretched
back and smiled, then looked
over his prizes. The Solamnics would pay
greatly to ransom back
their men. 

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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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'