An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Agnes.

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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Agnes' scribed in vibrant orange ink.

Author:    Agnes          
Date:      Mon Dec  1 21:01:30 2025
Subject     Backstory: Agnes, the Iron-Horn of Takhisis

 Agnes was born in the storm-scarred port city of Mithas, raised among
the harsh discipline and brutal honor of minotaur society. From the moment
she could walk, she was taught that strength defines worth and weakness
deserves only the axe. Where others learned restraint, Agnes learned hunger:
hunger for victory, for dominance, for the fear in her enemies eyes.

Her father was a decorated arena champion, her mother a war priestess of
Sargonnas, but Agnes was drawn to a darker calling. Under the pale of night,
while others praised the minotaur god of vengeance, she felt a whisper not
of rage but of power. The cold breath of Takhisis slipped into her dreams,
promising glory beyond the arenas and seas dominion over all who knelt
before the Five-Headed Dragon.

When Agnes earned her first scars in the arena, the crowd roared for blood.
She gave it gladly. Each victory fed her rising reputation, but more
importantly, it deepened her connection to the Queen of Darkness.
Eventually, even her parents came to fear the intensity in her eyes the
fanatical devotion that eclipsed their own beliefs. Some said she loved
battle a little too much that her joy lay not in honor, but in the kill.

In a decisive trial of combat, she defeated a rival commanders son a
forbidden challenge. Instead of execution, Takhisis sent her a sign: a
vision of conquest across Ansalon, where the weak would break beneath her
hooves. Agnes fled her homeland, choosing divine purpose over mortal
command.

Now she marches as a chosen blade of the Dark Queen seeking warbands to
lead, kingdoms to shatter, and dragons to serve. Her name spreads like
thunder before a storm: proof that Takhisis does not just rule shadowed
lands she shapes monsters worthy of her throne.

Agnes lives for the coming war. And when Takhisis calls, her greataxe will
answer first.

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 893 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'