An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gnorm.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. You change? 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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gnorm' scribed in burnt grey ink.

Author:    Gnorm          
Date:      Tue Feb 23 01:31:02
2010
Subject     Forsaken

Gnorm looked down at his feet nervously
shuffling them side to side
waiting for the head minister's decision. Looking up
nervously Gnorm chanced
a peek over to the group of ministers and the head
ministers. The infectious
chatter had the whole room going everyone speculating
what the fate of Gnorm
would be. Noticing Gnorm's pleading look one of the
ministers shot him a
foul glare causing Gnorm to quickly look back down at his
ever moving feet
anticipation and fear getting the best of him. After what
seemed like an
eternity a loud hammer banged down on the head ministers podium
(gnome
constructed of course, which cause the hammer to explode quickly
gaining
silence of the crowd). Rattled but calming acting like the hammer was
meant
to behave in such a manner the head minister adjusted his wig and stood
up
tall to speak.

"Gnorm,youhavebeenaccusedofunlawfulpracticeofinventionswithoutconsultinginyoursuperious,whichallinallleadtothedeathofyourassistant.youhavebeenjudgedfairlybyagroupofyourcollegesandwehavecometoadecision."
The
head minister quickly sucked in an enormous amount of air and
continued,
"youaretobebanishedfromthemountainandwillbetransferedtothedepartmentofreligionandmartialartsonthemainland.Youshallnoteverreturntothismountiantodosowillrenounceyourfamilynametoforeverbedisgraced."

The ministers face red from lack of air nodded as he sucked in more air. Before
Gnorm had a chance to defend himself he was dragged away by his former friends
and colleagues.
Gnorm quickly open his mount and
yelled,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!thisisnotfair.Itwasasimpledesignflaw,easilycanbemended!Ididntmeanforittohappen!"
Tears
streaking down his face Gnorm noticed his words were lost on everyone as the
roar of chatter overpowered his words. No one had heard. No one
cared.

Author:    Gnorm          
Date:      Mon Mar 29
18:58:15 2010
Subject     A monk no more

I was meditating, deep in
trance, when a loud foul smelling man came
running into the room. I had been
waiting for over an hour, which wasn't a
problem, I needed to speak with Majere
about my deepest thoughts and
concerns anyways. but as it stood I still needed
to speak to the royal
advisor in palanthas. There had been a noisy group of
ruffians outside the
small temple of majere, all of which disturbing the peace.
Looking up a the
filthy man, He seemed to be dressed in robes of a monk but
dirty, riped and
uncared for. looking at his face I recognized him as one of the
filthy
vagrants from outside the temple. Cutting infront of the line the
young
human yelled, obviously drunk 'I want to start my own temple, I have a
group
of people! Let me do this please we are SMRT!'

Rolling his eyes the
advisor replied, 'Do as you please, Just get out of my
face!' 

With a
stupid grin from ear to ear the young man turned and started to run
out of the
building. I blocked his way. What this dumb fool was requesting
was
sacrilegious, blaspheme. No monk would do that. Looking up at the filty
man I
spoke calmly, 'I renounce you from the order of monk. As Majere as my
witness,
you are now an outcast from the order of the monk and are nothing
but a simple
street thug.' 

Looking down at me with the dumbest look I had actually seen
he replied in
utter confusion, 'Bullshit!' 

Continuing where he had cut me
off, 'Your intentions to start your own cult
is sacrilegious. Begone little
man. You are not welcome.' And with that I
turned around and walked away. not
intrested in anything else the imposter
monk had to say. 

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.'