An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Invictus.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Invictus' scribed in glowing green ink.

Author:    Invictus       
Date:      Thu Nov 13 01:59:11 2008
Subject     The end of the beginning

A dark figure sat upon a rock overlooking a cold, windy valley
near
Icewall. Opening a well-worn leatherbound journal, he began to
write in a
neat, practiced script.

Journal entry: Soldai, 16 Sirrimont, 349 AC

The meeting with my mother went about as well as could be
expected. Her
affliction has worsened, and though she hides the majority of her
symptoms,
her lieutenants tell me they have noticed a marked change in her
personality.

He paused and looked down into the valley below. Figures wandered
between
rows of neatly laid tents. Others sat eating near campfires while
others
still sparred in circles drawn into the ground. Two white dragons
lie
sleeping near a large command tent while a third sat nearby
tearing apart
some unfortunate animal. He picked up his pen and continued.

They also told me of a training mishap in which one of her
spells killed two
draconians and injured a dozen others. When confronted with this
she grew
angry and tried attacking with me a fireball, which I easily
dispelled. She
may have taught me my first spell, but I am more than her equal
now.

He smiled wryly as he thought of that first cantrip. He was but 6
years old,
but he was so proud of it. Two weeks later she dropped him off at
a
Palanthian boarding school for mages and he wouldn't see her
again for 11
years. He sought her out and found her employed in a mercenary
army in
Anabansinia. Though he graduated at the top of his class, she saw
still
disdainful of his progress. That was twenty years ago.

She continued on ranting and raving at me for a full hour until
she finally
grew tired and went to bed. I placed a velvet-wrapped package
near her bed
and departed the camp having learned a final lesson from my
mother:
Unchecked ambition and want for power can be fatal if not
tempered with
wisdom. Though she was a Highmaster in the Dragonarmies, she
still wanted
more. Her reckless pursuit of forbidden knowledge was to be her
method for
obtaining more temporal power here on Krynn. In the end, that
pursuit caused
her illness and cost her everything.

He looked up at the sky and smiled. All three moons were in High
Sanction.
Nuitari approved of his course of action. Snapping the journal
shut, he
stuffed it into a backpack and stood. Casting a final glance down
at the
valley, he spoke a few words and drew a sigil in the air. He
blinked out of
existance.

A massive explosion rocked the valley below. Everything within it
was
incinerated. 

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