An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raelin.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raelin' scribed in dull red ink.

Author:    Raelin         
Date:      Sun Dec 28 02:45:39 2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart: Archmage Raelin Starblade of the
Red

Two red robed magi stood in a silent courtyard, the wind chilling
their
bones. They paid the freezing cold no heed, for they had far more
important
things on their minds. A shiny blade with a curved handle lay
stationary on
the palm of a disembodied hand floating strangely in between the
two magi.

One of the wizards ventured to speak. "This is the Knife of
Dracart,
Archmage Leodas, the weapon that I have procured from the
possession of the
dark monk. I have heard of Lelthas' retirement from the Conclave
and his
relinquishment of the Order's leadership, thus I have turned to
you for
guidance in this trying time. There have been many legends
regarding this
blade, and none of them have dared take the power of the Knife
lightly. It
is a dangerous weapon."

The archmage nodded briefly in agreement but did not speak. His
brows
furrowing in intense thought. The two wizards both knew what had
to be done
with the weapon, but neither wanted to enunciate his intention. A
weapon
such as this could be used to maintain balance in the world, but
no single
mage could possibly control it. Much has been heard about the
knife's
ability to cause dissension and chaos. It must be kept out of
the; public
eye until a method was concocted to restrain and subdue the
knife's whims.
No one else must know about it. The magi did not speak, but they
knew what
the other was thinking.

So together, they cast a magical portal to realms unknown, past
where even
the most seasoned adventurer could seek. In the heights of the
eastern
Khalkist mountains and in the depths of a desolate cave, the red
robed
master and archmage erected a magical sanctuary and threw the
knife far into
it. Such was the strength of the incantation that without the
concurrence of
either of the two mages, the seal to the cave could not be opened
except
through death. Then they left, comforted in the knowledge that
the Knife was
safe, at least for now.

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It has been three days since the council to the Order of Lunitari
first
convened in the Hall of Mages to determine the new High Archmage
of the Red.
Still, there was no resolution but only endless bickering amongst
the
power-hungry magi.

I have felt the power of the Knife in my hands and I must contain
it.
Already, the Knife seeks to plant a creature of ambition into the
leadership
of my Order -- one who would indubitably lead us into oblivion.
There
appears to be only one person I can trust.

I stood up amongst the crowd of magi and hoped that the
adrenaline-induced
courage would not suddenly leave me. "I vote aye for Archmage
Leodas to be
the next High Archmage." I inhaled a quick breath even as the
magi turned
their gazes upon me. "And I am claiming the position of
Archmage." 

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