An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Leela.

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 dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Leela' scribed in brilliant yellow ink.

Author:    Leela          
Date:      Sat Jun 28 23:51:49 2008
Subject     Night Chills.

The nightime has fallen, and with it the nightmares. She doesn't remember the last time 
she slept a full night. When her eyes close she smells the smoke, the blood. She hears
the cries. The fallen are imprinted into her vision. The family she once had. That are no 
more. 
Their innocence shattered before her eyes. 
She fought them until she could fight no more, her body torn. Her soul shattered.
She never asked why. For everything has a reason. The gods are not one to curse
or blame. She was left behind for a purpose. A purpose not shown to her. 
She wonders if anyone was left. So many where taken, but someone has to be left?
She closes her eyes to sleep that will never come. She waits. 
The answer will come......

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