An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Estaril.

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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Estaril' scribed in vibrant orange ink.

Author:    Estaril        
Date:      Sun Mar  5 21:00:11 2023
Subject     The Journey

The forest was burning. The flames leapt up around Estaril consuming
flora and fauna alike. Fire raged destroying the trees and bushes
surrounding him. Estaril frowned and tried to keep his cool. He closed his
eyes and began uttering the incantation. Water flew forth quenching some of
the blaze. He repeated this process taking out large swaths of the flame. He
opened his eyes and looked around.

Small pockets of fire still burned; however, it looked as though the fires
would take care of themselves without the necessary fuel. He breathed a sigh
of relief and sat down. This journey had been taxing. He had left his home
searching for the Tower of Wayreth and would have to continue to do so.

Estaril blinked. The sunlight shone through the branches that swayed above
his head. He looked around. Nothing showed any signs of having been in a
fire. Greenery surrounded him. Dreams again. They were becoming more vivid
the longer he journeyed on.

He thought back over the journey so far. He'd survived mostly on cunning and
some luck. He had relied on others distrust and misunderstanding of magic.
He'd threatened his way out of highway robbery and performed small tricks to
distract and delight those who'd wished him harm. The spells he could work
had been enough to carry him through. 

He ate quickly and then packed his bed roll. He must continue. He would
reach the Tower soon. 

Author:    Estaril        
Date:      Wed Mar 22 18:47:33 2023
Subject     The Apprentice

Estaril sighed. He was exhausted. He'd spent the morning gathering spell
components for his master. Once that was finished he had taken to studying
his spells. After that he had cleaned his master's labratory and sorted
various papers that were lying out.

The past weeks had been a grueling blur. Estaril had spent every moment that
he wasn't sleeping or tending to spell components with his nose stuck in a
book. He was working more advanced magic all the time (although what he was
working on was still very basic).

Life in the Tower was different then life in the outside world. Especially
the world Estaril was used to. There were humans here of course as well as
other elves and occasionally the odd gnome. He sometimes found their ways
perplexing, but they were also interesting.

He'd been lucky enough to already have a master when arriving at the Tower.
Coralas Rivnel had agreed to take him under his wing and he felt fortunate
for that. His master was powerful and exacting but was kind as well. Estaril
felt comfortable in the knowledge that he would be able to progress quickly
under his master's tutelage.

After he'd finished cleaning the lab, Estaril returned to his room and his
spellbook. It'd be a late night once again. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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