The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Imaeris.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Imaeris' scribed in dark purple ink.

Author:    Imaeris        
Date:      Sat Aug 21 06:21:40 2010
Subject     Through Fire and Flames

Embers waltz, bow and exit. Unnatural flames consume wood and stone
alike. Grey and black plumes choke the room. Debris slide off a prone figure
cloaked in ash. Scent of burnt cloth and flesh lingers in the air, swallowed
by smoke. 

A coughing fit emerges from the figure. Slowly she lifts herself up. Her
back is bare. Charred flesh pulses and glows like fresh coals. Every pulse
wracks the wounded body with throbbing pain. The arms weren't left
unscathed. Blood drips from some wound on her face, trickles down
expressionless features, collects and separates from the chin and drops
silently into the small red puddle on the floor.

Alchemical equipment lay strewn amid the burning wreckage. Pieces of
calcinators, alembics and retorts are everywhere, some still containing and
processing ingredients. Everything else burned-no papers, scrolls, books,
not even a quill. Intense light reflect hot colors in dark pupils,
imprinting a crimson shade upon them. These pupils hide once, twice, then
scan the room only to follow the smoke as it swirls and dances upward. It
twists and spirals past the crumbling rafters into a black sphere in the
sky. Color can't define the form because it is the absence of all. Still,
the dark shape is reflected in them. And she smiles. 

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 855 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'