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 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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raphael' scribed in deep orange 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.

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.'