An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Taur.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Taur' scribed in glowing orange ink.

Author:    Taur           
Date:      Thu Nov  6 23:34:57 2008
Subject     Neophyte


This story is of an eternal journey for peace and solitude, one that has led
an elf of the wilds, a Kagonesti, to the embrace of the master of all minds,
Majere:

Taur was born in the forests of Qualinost, a city of peace and strength for his
Qualinesti elven brothers, but a living hell for his kind. For his family were 
Kagonesti, slaves in the eyes of the Qualinesti and members of the House of
Servitor, 
the lowest of the hierarchical classes of Silvanesti elves. Those who escaped
their 
fate as negotiable slaves were hunted as sport and Taur's family was no
exception. 
Although Taur's parents could count themselves lucky, having escaped the
persecution 
of the higher elves for some time now, the birth of their newborn slowed their 
pace of retreat. On one fine night when the moon of Lunitari burned a crimson
red 
in the horizon, the little Taur resting in a manger lost his parents to a brutal

Qualinesti raid.

It has been said that it was at the behest of Taur's parents that the gods found
it 
fit to grant Taur a second chance at life that his parents never had. A kind
elderly 
Qualinesti warrior, a part of the raiding detail that slew Taur's parents, found
it 
in himself to do the unthinkable. He stole the young slave from the manger, and
split
from his group. Bringing the little one back to his home, he heralded the little
one
as his own, thus sparing the wilf elf the once-inevitable fate of slavery and
death. 
Perhaps bearing the guilt for having played a part in the killing of the young
elf's 
only family, he schooled the young one in the elvish arts and imbibed in him the
virtues of
pacifism and frugality. When the young elf's time of maturity came, he told the
young elf
of his past and true roots. It was then that the elderly Qualinesti passed away,
resting 
in the knowledge that his past sins were atoned for.

Now a grown elf and nearly a century old, Taur set out to find his purpose, for
he
knew he did not belong in the bustling city that Qualinost was. He wandered for
years 
in the woods, finally setlling upon an abandoned hut. There was no reason for
this, he just
knew in his heart that this was where his destiny lay. It was here that the god
Majere
revealed himself to Taur and brought him under his tutelage. He was to be a
monk, an ally
to the servants of good and bane to the creatures who would oppose those ideals.
Majere 
led him from the abandoned hut one day when he was ready and left him at the
grand doors 
of the Holy Order of the Stars, a rare symbol of peace and solidarity in these
times of war. 

The journey of Taur is only just about to begin.

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.'