An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Azatoth.

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 an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Azatoth' scribed in unearthly red ink.

Author:  Azatoth
Date    Wed Jul 27 13:57:27 2005
Stamp   1122490647
Subject   Azatoth's fire song


Slumped atop the sharpness of a crag,
Slack tebdrils feeble by my side,
I watch Krynn under noon's one eye.
In vain to me the verdant trees grow,
Speckling the rich and loamy hills.
The only rapport I feel for pine
Is its propensity for flame.

Everything I touch must die.

Down the trackless hill I roll,
Agape like the gullet of failure,
Of loves unsaved from the torch,
Echoing names better left unspoken.

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