An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lothoemas.

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 thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lothoemas' scribed in rich red ink.

Author:        Lothoemas
Date    Sun Jun 18 23:46:55 2006
Subject  Background


As a young boy I ran the streets of Neraka thieving where I could
just to get by, it was a hard life but the life I thought that I
had to live and would live for the rest of my life, however one
morning I bumped into an old man wearing the blackest of robes that
I'de ever seen and stole a loaf of break out of a pocket in these
robes, after I started to walk away suddenly vines grew out of the
very streets that I walked upon and I could not move an inch, my
knees buckled and I hit the ground hard.  This man looked me dead
in the eye and saw nothing but a scared little brat, he could have
ended my life there, but instead he did not end my life, but gave
me life.  He tought me the ways of the Holy Order, taught me the
teachings of Chemosh, he gave me life beyond that of a petty life
stealing just to get by, and for this I pledge my alliegance to
him.

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