An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kemesa.

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 'Kemesa' scribed in glowing purple ink.

Author:    Kemesa         
Date:      Sun Jul 27 08:18:18 2025
Subject     Unbored

Most attendees at the music festival appreciated the genuine talent of
the various performing groups. The primary detractor present never actually
said a word, though her opinion was plain to everyone.

The kender sitting in the back of the clearing knew that the musicians had
technical skills. One group finished (finally!), and she hoped that the next
group would be more interesting.

Kemesa's hopes, however, were dashed once again when yet another group of
flutes and harps started playing. The kender grew restless. The group played
the same type of soft and graceful melody as all of the prior groups did.
Kemesa's figiting grew noisier.

The kender was bored.

They were even playing in the same key. And the same tempo.

BORED.

She shifted around on the hollow log that she was sitting. The mostly elven
audience gave her some dirty looks. Maybe if the performers played something
faster and louder, her restlessness wouldn't overshadow them.

BOrEd.

A woodpecker in the trees behind her began a series of rat-a-tats. Kemesa's
attention wandered away from the flutes and harps to the bird's rhythm. An
unseen large animal crashed through unseen vegetation, coincidentally
interlocking with the rat-a-tating.

This rhythm was sadly much more exciting than the actual musical group. The
kender loudly and absent-mindedly hit the log she was sitting on with her
hand.

The kender was now unbored. She kept playing the log to the bird's knocking
and the large animal's crashing, banging her head in the air. This was more
like it.

The large animal's sounds stopped abruptly, and the kender realized that the
flutes and harps had stopped, and EvErYoNe was glaring at her.

Kemesa stood and glared witheringly and slowly at everyone. Then, she
marched into the woods to look for the woodpecker. 

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