An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gryffyth.

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 tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gryffyth' scribed in faded white ink.

Author:    Gryffyth       
Date:      Fri Oct 27 20:00:37 2006
Subject   The Strength of Scars

A few years ago on an Island just north of Karthay A young
minotaur layed on a hillside watching the clouds go by. Completly
entranced in the moment. It was near sunset and from his hill he
could see the coast.
The sun looked like a fireball sinking into the sea. Picking
some grass he opended up his hand and let the wind catch it. It
stirred and lifted like sprites dancing on the winds breath. His
eyes followed them, as they wisped away, a soft smile graced his
face
A dark shadow came over the background of his vision. Coming
into focus hie relised something terrible. Home!!! .
Racing home the scene bacame more and more grisly. Everything
was raized... Sobbing uncontrollably he called for his loved
ones finding himself all alone. Looking up he relized he was at
his peoples place of worship.
Staggering up the stairs overcome by grief he drug himself to
the alter. Buring his snout in his hands he wept. The building
creaked from the timber still burning inside.
Looking next to him there was a candleabra that had been
knocked off the altar of his now forgotten old-world god.
As he held the scalding peice of metal. A voice whispered in
his ear. Come be a champion for me, choose to serve me and I
can give you the power to exact your vengance.
 Raising the symbol to his right eye. He accepted the offer
before sealing the pact in blood and pain.

 Yes! I accept Takhisis! I will be your champion! Then the
searing pain, the bubble of flesh and the burning of hair.
Gathering up what belongings he could find Gryffyth set out for
the temple of his new god, in Neraka.

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.'