An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Iriir.

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 gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Iriir' scribed in glowing brown ink.

Author:            Iriir
Date    Tue Nov 15 08:34:22 2005
Subject  My Background.

This Story starts with the Birth of a young Elf.  From the Moment he was 
born every one could tell he had potential.  He has Black hair and Forest 
green eyes, Very Strange for an elf.  The Years passed and soon he was a 
young man, no older than 25 and not liking the simple life his family led, 
he ran away one night.  Off in search of Adventure he went, Not knowing that 
it would find him sooner than he was ready for it.  Only a Few days after he 
had ran away from home, he ran into a scouting party of goblin.  Having 
nothing but a small Dagger, his first instinct was to run, but he held his 
ground, Shouting curses at the Vile Beasts.  The Battle was short and ugly, 
Iriir managed to kill 3 of the party, but the remaining 4 swarmed him and 
got him down.  He felt one of their swords, slide into his chest.  Gasping 
for air, he glazes around.  Slowly His eyes Glaze over and his last sight 
was another elf, rushing from the trees.  With a sigh a regret his eyes 
slide shut, and he passes out.   

Author:            Iriir
Date    Tue Nov 15 08:53:24 2005
Subject  my Background

This Story starts with the Birth of a young Elf.  From the Moment he was 
born every one could tell he had potential.  He has Black hair and Forest 
green eyes, Very Strange for an elf.  The Years passed and soon he was a 
young man, no older than 75 and not liking the simple life his family led, 
he ran away one night.  Off in search of Adventure he went, Not knowing that 
it would find him sooner than he was ready for it.  Only a Few days after he 
had ran away from home, he ran into a scouting party of goblin.  Having 
nothing but a small Dagger, his first instinct was to run, but he held his 
ground, Shouting curses at the Vile Beasts.  The Battle was short and ugly, 
Iriir managed to kill 3 of the party, but the remaining 4 swarmed him and 
got him down.  He felt one of their swords, slide into his chest.  Gasping 
for air, he glazes around.  Slowly His eyes Glaze over and his last sight 
was another elf, rushing from the trees.  With a sigh a regret his eyes 
slide shut, and he passes out.   

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