An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Seraphina.

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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Seraphina' scribed in glowing blue ink.

Author:    Seraphina      
Date:      Mon Jan 26 16:08:57 2026
Subject     Seraphina

Seraphinas story unfurls like moonlight spilling across still water.

Born beneath the twin glow of Ansalons night sky, Seraphina was the third daughter of a modest merchant family in a riverside town where superstition clung thicker than fog. From infancy, she cried only when the moon vanished behind clouds, and slept peacefully only when moonlight touched her face. The townsfolk whispered that Lunitari had kissed her brow. Her parents, practical and wary, tried to ignore the signs.

At twelve, Seraphinas magic first surfaced. A rival child shattered her toy boat in the river, and in her grief, the water rose like a coiled serpent, lifting the broken pieces back to her hands. No one was harmed, but the river ran red with reflected moonlight that night. By morning, a traveling mage of the Red Robes arrived, claiming to have followed a summons in his dreams.

Seraphina left home with little more than a satchel and a promise to return. She studied in hidden towers and quiet sanctums, learning the patient, perilous dance of arcane power. She proved clever rather than ruthless, curious rather than cruel, traits that made her an oddity among the ambitious Red Robes. Some saw her as soft. Others, as dangerous in subtler ways.

During her trials of devotion, Lunitari tested her with illusions of glory, fear, and despair. Seraphina passed not by conquering them, but by understanding them. She emerged a full mage, wearing the crimson robes with quiet confidence, her loyalty given not to power for its own sake, but to knowledge, change, and the truth hidden beneath appearances.

Now Seraphina wanders Ansalon. She collects lost lore, broken relics, whispered secrets. She trusts the moons guidance, but never blindly. Magic is her companion, curiosity her compass, and somewhere in her heart remains the river girl who once lifted shattered pieces from the water and refused to let beauty be lost.

And when moonlight glows red on the horizon, those who know the Art murmur one name:

Seraphina, favored of Lunitari. 

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