An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Fancy.

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 'Fancy' scribed in glowing maroon ink.

Author:    Fancy          
Date:      Mon Nov 10 11:46:35 2025
Subject     Fancy

No one expected a Kender to become a paladin least of all Fancy. No one
expected a Kender to become a paladin least of all Fancy. She was born in
the bustling Kender community of Hylo, where curiosity was as common as air
and trouble was an art form. From the start, Fancy stood out not just
because of her bright, color-shifting hair that shimmered like a sunrise
caught in rain, but because she had a knack for fixing things shed borrowed.
Toys, tools, trinkets if it was broken, Fancy could make it work again
though often in strange and unpredictable ways.

Her family called it talent. The village cleric called it a dangerous amount
of imagination. Reorx, the Forge God, called it destiny.

One night, while tinkering with a cracked lantern, Fancy accidentally mixed
bits of glass, holy oil, and a sparkstone she found near an old dwarven
forge. When it flared to life, it didnt just shine it sang. The light hummed
in harmony with her heartbeat, forming a shape in the glow: the unmistakable
sigil of Reorx. Startled, Fancy dropped the lantern, which (of course)
exploded into harmless sparks and one of those sparks spoke.

Child of color and curiosity my forge burns in you.

From that night on, Fancy felt the call not to war, but to creation,
courage, and the protection of those who build rather than destroy. She
journeyed to the dwarves of Thorbardin, learning to wield a hammer both as a
weapon and as a tool of faith. Her armor, pieced together from dwarven
scraps and enchanted by Reorxs blessing, glows faintly with the same
shifting hues as her hair.

She took up the oath not to smite evil for glory, but to mend what the world
has broken. Whether its a shattered sword, a wounded spirit, or a fallen
friend, Fancy believes everything and everyone can be reforged in light.

Of course, being a Kender, shes as likely to wander off mid-battle to
examine a shiny gear or accidentally pocket a relic of historical
importance. Yet even her chaos serves a purpose. Where she goes, laughter
follows. Where she fights, the spark of Reorx burns brighter.

And when the light of her enchanted sword flares against the dark, its said
one can hear the faint sound of a hammer striking an anvil a reminder that
creation, courage, and mischief all share the same divine spark. 

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 mentions 'We have had over 891 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'