An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Darrius.

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

Author:  Darrius
Date    Mon Aug 23 21:52:36 1999

Subject  a night to reamber



As you sit drinking your ale in the fine establishment of the Inn of the
Last home you look up in a half drunken gaze at a cloked figure in the
corner of the room.

He is dressed very odely remindeing you of a forest elf and a dirty pirate
all wrapped into one.

As you watch this odd fellow a tall man drapped in finly crafted robes
enters though he does bare the strong smell of a pirate.

Leaning in you begin to hear them speak.

Rorin I fear things are going all wrong. remarks on of the odd men , again
men is just an assumption do to the grog.

What do you mean old friend comes the reply ans is dead Ausch too...we
havent seen kybo in lord knows how long...rorin something is amiss Aye...I
do agree that something is quite wrong but There is no need to get all
worked up...our friends are gone in body but sperit and memory they will be
with us. replied the one called rorin

Aye yes that they will....but what if we are next? By Chislev u and I both
know there are thouse out ther who know of our strength and would aid the
Conclave and Holy order in our demise....what if thats the case?? what
than??

That being the case we face any...if they dare face us there is nothing we
can do but fight or run...but I say we stay we fight maybe get to the
bottom of this all...maybe find out what really killed our friends

The first man nods and then is a whisper u barly catch says I have heard
rumors of the Mariner fleet being burned

Seemingly taken aback rorin rubs his chin I think the longing for your
brother Justaiver has dulled your sences...we are loved by all and thats
all we need to know now let me buy u an ale and lets forget all this silly
talk.

With tat said the two men walk from the Inn.

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