An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raphael.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raphael' scribed in deep blue ink.

Author:    Raphael        
Date:      Fri Apr  2 01:39:08 2010
Subject     A sons Betreyal.

A young, handsome man walks through the streets of Palanthas. Every once
and again he slices someones coin purse and retrieves the coins from inside.
He strides down the road toward his families manor. He wore a lose
sleeveless shirt and tight leather pants. A rapier hung off his left hip and
he had various daggers on him. He was supposed to be at school his father
put him in but the streets were more fun. He walks into the gate of his
families estate and starts up to the steps. The doors burst open and an
older muscled man, a few years older than Raphael came charging out of the
door. "Raphael! You went too far!" 

He yells as he draws his broad bladed sword and swings at Raphael, who
easily jumps back out of the way, his rapier whistling out if its sheath.
"Why whatever are you talking about Brother dearest?" He says with a grin
and flourishes his rapier. "You know damn well what I mean Raphael. You made
a fool of me for the last time!" Marcus yells as he charges again, swinging
his sword at Raphael again. Who easily dodges the blade and dances away from
Marcus, leaving a light cut on the big mans arm.

Marcus bellows again and charges. Raphael spins past Marcus and in the same
motion draws a dagger. He stabs Marcus in the side as he charges past him
and watches as he falls to his knees, holding his side. "You should of known
you are no match for me, Brother Dearest. You are fat, stupid and quite
ugly. Good bye." He says as he grabs a handful of his brothers hair and
lifts his chin up, placing the edge of his rapier against his brothers neck.
Two guards come crashing out of the door way, followed by an old man,
walking with a cane. The guards rush down the stairs and Raphael grins
before quickly jerking the rapier across his brothers neck and jumping
back.

For being so young, Raphael was quite good with his Rapier. He was fast and
light on his feet, easily dancing around the guards, inflecting small wounds
on them before finally finishing them. Sighing disdainfully, he crosses his
hands behind his back, his rapier dripping blood as he walked toward the old
man. "Well, Father?" The old man shakes his head. "You are a disgrace
Raphael. Get out of my sight." He says, glaring at his son. Raphael frowns
with mock regret, then his rapier flashes through the air and blood erupts
from his fathers neck.

"Have a care, Ol Chap. You seem to be bleeding." He says cheerfully as he
pushes the old man down the stairs and walks into the house. Within minutes
the City Guard march into the house. One of the windows on the second floor
burst open and Raphael comes flying out of it into a tree. He deftly moves
through the tree and leaps into the roof of a near by house, all the while
laughing gaily. He stands on the roof of the house for a moment and then
turns into the shadows, where he would be accepted. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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