An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Cevelt.

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 private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Cevelt' scribed in bright white ink.

Author:    Cevelt         
Date:      Sat Oct 10 22:59:46 2009
Subject     The story of Cevelt

I grew up with nothing but hardship in my life. My elven mother, died
giving birth, and human father, abandoning me at birth, I was sent to live
with my father's brother, who despised elves. He forced me to clean for him
and cook and hit me whenever I failed his orders. At night, I trained hard
with a sword, hoping to one day, leave my uncles clutches.

When I was fifteen, I ran away with my leather vest, bronze shortsword, and
bow that my mother left for me. I finally made my way to the town of Solace,
and made presence there for some time. At Solace, I trained hard and
vigorously with both sword and bow, while sneaking through the forest to
catch and kill boar and deer. Soon after I learned to sneak with great
skill, I used it to better myself in a group attack. with These, I desided
to become a ranger.

At 17, I traveled to Palanthas to better hone my skills. There, I teamed up
with many and used my cunning abilities to attack our foes while they least
expected it. I learned to realize how powerful and how big of an asset I
could be to any team. While in Palanthas, I was encountered by a woman and
we engaged in conversation. She told me that the Wildrunners could always
use another ranger so I agreed to help. I feel like I could really hone my
skills as a Wildrunner. 

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