An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Barramus.

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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Barramus' scribed in vibrant orange ink.

Author:    Barramus       
Date:      Thu Aug 26 03:14:15 2010
Subject     Frozen Dinner pt.1

The harsh chill wind bit at his thick hide. Tonight was cold, even for
his standards. The night sky blotted out by thousands of ice pellets
continuously streaking across the barren land. A faint noise drew my
attention, a huff of an animal breathing slowly; followed by a soft crunch
of ice. Being careful not to reveal myself I lay ever so still waiting for
my prey. A dark figure appeared not 10 strides from me; massive fur covered
animal. I had been waiting crouched here for hours covered in a blanket of
ice and snow; the chase would be over soon. I lay still anticipating what
was next the animal drew closer, then closer and finally close enough that
that I could see my reflection in its oblivious eyes. Ice Bears; Dangerous
prey, but lots of meat and their pelts made splendid huts. Not waiting a
moment longer I released my energy into one large burst tackling the beast
from its side,, driving it hard onto the frozen ground on its backside. The
creature roared in pain and confusion, I slammed my large fat fists into its
massive furry filled face, splattering blood and teeth everywhere. . Its
claws raked across my thick hide drawing blood, Quickly wiggling side to
side the bear was about to gain an advantage on me. Quickly I thrust my
large pointed tusks deep into the creature's body. The Ice bear roared in
furry and threw me off it in a sudden bought of strength. I lay there
stunned waiting for the bear to jump me Nothing. Quickly struggling to my
knees I looked around, the bear was gone. Noticing a faint blood trail I
smiled, a punctured lung won't carry any creature far. Gaining my senses I
quickly followed the blood trail through the blizzard. Dinner would be soon,
Granted some other creature doesn't get it 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 878 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'