An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Morgion.

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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Morgion' scribed in black ink.

Author:    Morgion        
Date:      Thu Sep  9 02:09:21 2010
Subject     [FWD] WAR ZOMG

The dark forest was closing in on him.  At least, thats how it seemed 
to Riverwind as he ran, following the rough path.  His hands were sweating 
while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he carried.  Sick, and 
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the branches that snapped at his tall
frame.

He couldnt shake the memories.  Death on black wings!  And those creatures...
he shook his head as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as 
he remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.  

A noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and his missed
 his step and fell, landing hard on the ground.  

Well, well, well.  What have we got here? A high, nasal voice asked 
rhetorically.  A short man emerged from the forest, flanked by two 
other men who held spears.

Look at that, boys!  That staff looks right nice.  His tone hardened 
Howd a plainsman come into such a nice staff?  Likely stole it, as not.  
Probably a hefty reward for its return.  

Riverwind clutched the staff, preparing to fight.  He looked to the side, 
and saw more men emerging from the forest.  He knew he had to act quickly.  
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching one of the men in the stomach.  
The staff seemed to flare in the dim lighting, and the man crumpled.  Again, 
Riverwind swung the staff, this time cracking the head of another man 
who was trying to flank him.  Then he ran.

He never saw the arrow that took him in the back.  It rolled him over, and 
the shaft broke, driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back.  He 
heard footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision.  

There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have avoided all 
of this.  Damn shame.  The man tried to pick up the staff, but dropped 
it with a yell.  

Someone wrap that damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.  
Well have to find a good place to sell it.

And so, the blue crystal staff was lost once more.
 
 
 
OOC: War is once again upon the continent of Ansalon.  

For more information on the rules please visit the wiki page:

http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War


Author:    Morgion        
Date:      Thu Sep  9 02:10:36 2010
Subject     A New Beginning

The dark forest was closing in on him.  At least, thats how it seemed 
to Riverwind as he ran, following the rough path.  His hands were sweating 
while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he carried.  Sick, and 
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the branches that snapped at his tall
frame.

He couldnt shake the memories.  Death on black wings!  And those creatures...
he shook his head as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as 
he remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.  

A noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and his missed
 his step and fell, landing hard on the ground.  

Well, well, well.  What have we got here? A high, nasal voice asked 
rhetorically.  A short man emerged from the forest, flanked by two 
other men who held spears.

Look at that, boys!  That staff looks right nice.  His tone hardened 
Howd a plainsman come into such a nice staff?  Likely stole it, as not.  
Probably a hefty reward for its return.  

Riverwind clutched the staff, preparing to fight.  He looked to the side, 
and saw more men emerging from the forest.  He knew he had to act quickly.  
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching one of the men in the stomach.  
The staff seemed to flare in the dim lighting, and the man crumpled.  Again, 
Riverwind swung the staff, this time cracking the head of another man 
who was trying to flank him.  Then he ran.

He never saw the arrow that took him in the back.  It rolled him over, and 
the shaft broke, driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back.  He 
heard footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision.  

There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have avoided all 
of this.  Damn shame.  The man tried to pick up the staff, but dropped 
it with a yell.  

Someone wrap that damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.  
Well have to find a good place to sell it.

And so, the blue crystal staff was lost once more.
 
 
 
OOC: War is once again upon the continent of Ansalon.  

For more information on the rules please visit the wiki page:

http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War

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