An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ischerac.

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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ischerac' scribed in brilliant green ink.

Author:    Ischerac       
Date:      Wed Mar 11 10:46:30 2026
Subject     Ischerac Krul, Origins

Ischerac Krul was born the son of a minor nobleman whose lands were too
small for true influence but large enough to place him above consequence.
From an early age, Ischerac proved both brilliant and charming. He learned
quickly how to speak sweetly, smile easily, and give people the impression
of warmth. What he never learned was empathy. 

At eleven, he locked his nurse inside the servant barracks after she refused
him a late snack. He then set the building alight. The fire killed her and
two stable hands before it was contained. The household mourned the tragic
accident. Ischerac watched the flames with quiet fascination. 

As he grew older, he discovered another pleasure: control. The other village
children, intimidated by his name and eager for his approval, became his
willing tools. At his urging they smashed windows, ruined crops, tormented
animals, and bullied the other peasants. Ischerac rarely dirtied his own
hands. He simply watched, smiling, and learned how easily people could be
moved. 

Craving greater power than a noble title could offer, he persuaded his
father to hire a tutor in the arcane arts. The man who arrived was Master
Halven Drosk, a mage of considerable learning. Drosk immediately recognized
the boy's rare talent. Ischerac absorbed magical theory with frightening ease
and spent long nights studying by candlelight while other youths slept. 

Only later did the tutor begin to understand the nature of the mind he was
shaping.

By then it was too late.

When Drosk hesitated to provide a letter of recommendation to the Conclave
of Mages, Ischerac had already begun poisoning his wine in small doses. As
the illness worsened, the young man remained attentive and polite, coaxing
from the dying man the letter he needed. Having acquired everything he
needed from the man, Ischerac simply placed a pillow over his weakened
tutor's face and held it there until the struggling stopped. 

Not long after, a thin young man left his father's estate with a stolen
grimoire, a handful of scrolls, and a letter bearing a dying man's seal.

He now travels toward the Conclave, smiling pleasantly at anyone who crosses
his path. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 890 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'