An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Stylk.

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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Stylk' scribed in light grey ink.

Author:    Stylk          
Date:      Fri Apr 19 21:29:02 2019
Subject     Solamnic Knight - Background

Stylk MarCaela is the son of Daron Caela. They are said to be a minor
branch of the Caela family by way of Roderick and Marie Di Caela, though the
family has had difficulty supporting their claim. The story goes that after
Roderick's death in 211 AC, Marie traveled northwest through Elkholm and
over the mountains to live with some cousins in Winterholm and there the
tree grew. Stylk mostly grew up in Korval, Coastlund attending the little
boarding school on the west bank of the River of Healing. After school he
returned to Winterholm to help his family repay the debt they incurred for
his education.

Stylk was fond of his mother but was always an independent child. His Father
worked long hours and spent little affection on his family, preferring
instead to obsess over his craft. Stylk's arrival was more the byproduct of
a biological necessity than the seed of love. The boarding school was his
Father's way of absolving himself of being an absentee parent while
simultaneously satisfying his paternal responsibility to raise his child
thus, saving face in the community.

Stylk always had a fancy for stories of fantastical adventures and pursuits
not accessible to his family and station. Because of this, his days at work
in his family's textile mill were spent daydreaming about heroes - both
present and historical - and the future adventures he hoped to have. His
evenings were spent practicing with a meticulously polished but poorly
tempered sword that had developed dings down the blade and a slight lean
seemingly originating from the tang. A tool of poor quality, it was the only
weapon he could afford and he had grown to love it despite its obvious
unworthiness for any type of real combat.

He had flirted somewhat with a Korval girl near his school for a time but
had mainly felt it a distraction from his true passion so when he finished
school, he cut off social pursuits to focus on his dream of becoming a
Solamnic Knight. He was both an introvert and an extrovert in that he
preferred the solitude of his daydreams and practicing but when the
situation arose, he could make a fair pass as a conversationalist. His
connection to books had fostered a love of words resulting in a strong
vocabulary and a breadth of knowledge that was often disarmingly enjoyable.
It was never that he had trouble making connections with people, like
flirting, it was that he found little use for present company.

In the fall of 369 AC, Stylk resolved his debt with his Father and set out
to pursue his dream with little but his battered training sword and a few
books. 

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.'