An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tamgellin.

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 metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tamgellin' scribed in vibrant white ink.

Author:    Tamgellin      
Date:      Wed Jul 15 06:51:03 2009
Subject     Arriving

Looking up briefly at the blazing sun riding high in a cloudless sky the
tall figured squinted against the glare slightly then lowered his gaze to
take in the view ahead. It was far larger and more impressive than he had
thought it would but of course his father had been right when he said the
Harbour of Palanthas was enormous. Impossible to take in with one look,
ships lay at anchor at a multitude of piers and dockworkers scurried about,
participants in an intricate mercantile dance that brought vitality to the
enormous population of the Lord's City.

As the ship pulled up to the dock and was secured Tamgellin wondered what
the future held then shrugged at the thought. Knowing the future would only
take the interest out of it he supposed and make life very dull indeed. All
that mattered was that he was on his own for the first time. Away from his
father, his House with its retainers, servants, allies and enemies. For now
at least he was his own master, able to carve his own path, succeedor fail
on his own merrits and by his own swordarm.

As the ship bumped gently into the dock he nodded to himself and smiled
slightly. His task was simple. Someday he would be master of his House and
his father thought it wise for Tam to see the world before power could force
him to remain at home. As annoying as it was to admit that his father could
be right it was a good idea, he had to agree.

As he trod heavily down the gangplank and onto land again Tam lifted his
head proudly and headed for the gate. As he walked under the massive stone
arch he had the distinct feeling that a door had opened before him and his
story from here on decided on which way he went.

With a grim smile he went the only way he could ... forward. 

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.'