An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Savolie.

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Savolie' scribed in brilliant red ink.

Author:    Savolie        
Date:      Wed Sep 22 13:20:25 2010
Subject     Diseased.

Savolie woke up in the morning with a horrible cought. The body
ached and
the half-elven ears seem to pound so hard that it seemed they
might start
bleeding. The eyes pained too, each blink brought back new pain. 

For the last few weeks the world around Savolie seemed to be
changing, every
sensation was exagerated to the point of pain. What was going on?
No one
knew. Last week, Savolie boarded a ship towards the port city of
Caergoth.
Aunt Nalia lived there, perhaps she knew something more about
this..
"disease". The trip was in vain, there was nothing Nalia could do
and now,
back at home, things seemed the same, jus just worst.

So much talk of a war, and yet no cleric had time to really help
Savolie.
Shame, these were supposed to be the best times of youth. Now
Savolie
embarcs on a new journey, This time to the city of Solace,
perhaps a Shaman
in the vecinity might know better what is wrong with Savolie. 

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