An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Hakai.

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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Hakai' scribed in earth-colored green ink.

Author:    Hakai          
Date:      Thu Sep  2 02:29:43 2010
Subject     Roaming the Mountains

A huge, shaggy creature walks into the village, carrying two kender over
his shoulders. Well, perhaps carry is too vague. He had a rope around each
one's ankles, so that they were tied together, with about an arm length's
between them. He looks around the streets, searching for something. Spying a
sign above a door, he studies the symbols but does not comprehend. What he
does understand is the picture of a mug of frothy ale and a roast pig with
an apple in its mouth. Food....ale. Nodding to himself, he shambles in,
greeted by wary suspicious eyes watching him. Ignoring the glares of the
folk, he sits at a low table, dropping the two kender on the floor. They
seemed dazed, and barely alive. The innkeep nervously approaches, but is
blocked by one of the locals. We don't want his kind in here, let me end the
boys throw him out for you he grins toothlessly. A group of shabby, dirty
farmers start to surround the table, trying to look menacing. Hakai ignores
them, and, reaching over to clutch at a roast ham, pulls it to his mouth and
bites off a large mouthful. The locals seem disturbed at being so ignored.
The supposed leader yells at him. Hey! You don't seem to understand, we all
are goin' to kick you out of our town, see? Belching loudly, Hakai lifts a
pitcher of ale from a nearby table, chugging it noisily. A local brandishes
a chunk of firewood at him. Time to teach you a lesson, ugly!" Hakai stands
up slowly, turning his glare at the man. You call ME ugly, dirt eatter?
Quickly picking up the two kender, Hakai twirls them around, under his arms,
around his back, over his head...then at the group collected around him.
Using the kender as a weapon, Hakai bashes farmers right, left and centre.
Bones crush, flesh tears, plowboys, innkeeper and waitresses scatter. After
a few seconds of mayhem, the room is quiet, save for the sound of sobbing
and last gasps. Hakai nods, satisfied. Noticing that the two kender were now
quit expired, he dropped them to the floor. He headed out the door,
continuing his way towards the mountains.

He was going to miss his kenderchuks, he thought. 

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 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'