An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Shelke.

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 tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Shelke' scribed in rich green ink.

Author:    Shelke         
Date:      Wed Jan 21 22:31:58 2009
Subject     Shelke, Agent of Evil

Walking away from the battle the warrior moves her hand up and pushes her
dark red hair from her face. Catching her breath, Shelke sits against a tree
and removes her helmet. As she catches her breath she slowly drifts to
sleep. In her dreams, she thinks about how she got to where she is. She
thinks about when she was younger and training with her father. During their
sessions all her father would do is scold her about following the righteous
path, becoming a Knight in the service of the Solace. The lectures
continued, for 17 years, day after day, session after session. Then one day,
around the time Shelke turned 17, her father looks at her and says. 

"It's time that you decide what you want to do Shelke, you are of proper age to go about your life as you will."

Shelke looks up at her father, dark red hair covering half her face.

"Why do you ask Father? So that you can scold me on becoming what you want, not what I wish?"

Nilbus looks upon his daughter with concern.

"What are you saying? That what I wish for you isn't what you want?"

Shelke screams and draws her sword, thrusting it into the chest of her Father.

"Never will I follow your footsteps. I take what I want. I kill who I wish. Nothing will hinder me, even yourself."

Removing her sword, Shelke grins slightly at the sight of her Father's life drain out of him. Stepping back, she turns
and enters her house, gathering her belongings and setting out for Neraka. Here she would meet many others like herself.
Snapping awake and grasping her hilt, Shelke scans the area only to realize she is still alone. Slightly discouraged at
the lack of battle, she stands and sets off towards Palanthas. Here she hopes to find a member of the Dragonarmy, so she
can submit herself into the service of her Deity, Takhisis.

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