An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Yuvir.

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 leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Yuvir' scribed in unearthly grey ink.

Author:    Yuvir          
Date:      Wed Dec 26 17:06:24 2018
Subject     [01/13] Lost in the Abyss

Today, at a day of light snow...


The Lordcity of Kalaman saw better days. In the middle of a turf war between
the armies of Takhisis and the crusaders from Solamnia, every day living within
the city, especially without its actual government lord, was quite difficult for
Kalaman's citizens. Even in the recent wintry days, when visibility was often
restricted due to the wildly unpredictable days of snowfall, war between the two
sides kept everyone on edge.

But Yuvir cared for none for that. She had a job to do.

She strode down the recently brushed street, cloaked in a red and green
garment carefully enchanted to be water-resistant. She walked right inside of the
Night Goblin tavern, during the closing hours of the business when most of the
drunkards and brawling regulars had already left. Caring nothing for the fight
that was still going on between two straggling and drunk Dragonarmy soldiers,
she wiped her cloak free of snow and took a seat at the front stools.

The bartender, a large muscular male who was losing his hair, eyed her as she
took a seat. "Yeah? What you want?" he asked gruffly.

"Oh, just a shot of your hardest stuff," she sweetly replied and began to
lower her hood, revealing her silver hair done up in twin tails. Her ears were
long and pointed, and her skin was paler than anyone else's in the room. "And
if you happen to be free after your shift, sir, perhaps you," she purred.

The male snorted and folded his arms as he checked out the cloaked female.
"Oh? And what are you offering to me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, since you asked nicely..."

Yuvir undid the front clasp to her cloak and opened it enough to expose her
bare shoulders and a sizeable portion of her chest. Hers was only small by
comparison to some of the bartender's more rowdy guests, but she wasn't
completely flat. The black leotard she wore under her cloak, with its
translucent nature, left little to the imagination. The Dargonesti was quite pale-
skinned, and she exuded some sort of sweet scent the male couldn't help but
notice that he smelled before. 'Where have I smelled that scent before...
somewhere at sea, maybe?'

"Well, sir?" she prompted with a coy and inviting look. "What do you think?"


[OOC: Because this series is pretty lewd and definitely NSFW, I will
not post further entries publically. Sorry about that. Ask the imms if you
actually want to read the rest.]

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'