The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Medea.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Medea' scribed in rich yellow ink.

Author:    Medea          
Date:      Sun Jun 21 07:14:50 2009
Subject     The Veil

The House of Castlemore held Kalaman together.  
The city had a dread history.  Before the Cataclysm, it had be the source of conflict between Solamnia and the Empire of Istar.  The Castlemores kept the city going during the Cataclysm.  Many a Castlemore  had held the position of Governor.  
True, it wasnt the greatest city in Solamnia, but Medea was proud of her familys achievements.  She also felt the pressure to live up to such high standards.  
Most important to her was following the example of her father, Auron Castlemore, who died defending the Castle Jochanan during the Rebellion of Lemish.  Auron refused to raise his sword against the peasant armies of Ragnell of the Sieges.  
For that, Medeas father paid for his mercy with his life.
In truth, such sacrifice was hard for Medea to understand.  When she learned of her fathers fate, she blurted out that it was foolish for a warrior not to fight.  She could hear her mothers response in her head.  
Child, what do you know of honor and sacrifice?  What do you know of the Measure?
As her mule stumbled its way towards Palanthas, Medea kept thinking of her mothers words.  She answered aloud, I know nothing.  She fingered her veil  a symbol of mourning and a constant reminder that a wise person keeps their mouth under control.  
Medea was alone.  She was on a quest to find herself.  She had much to learn, much to live up to, and much to avenge.

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