An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zandra.

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 worn folio on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zandra' scribed in burnt yellow ink.

Author:    Zandra         
Date:      Sat Jul  5 14:05:58 2008
Subject     Another quiet day

The building sat empty, the doors closed tight. A solirary figures
approached the building, pushing open the doors. An old table stood in the
center of the cleaing, just as it had been the day before. The smell of
drying herbs drifted on the air. Zandra stepped into the building, closing
her eyes and tilting her head back. She giggled silently, opening her eyes
as she twirled in a circles, her arms outstretched. She enjoyed the smell of
the fresh herbs. 

She walked to the table, removing the bag she slung over her chest. She laid
the bag on the table. Walking across the room, she picked up herbs that were
drying on racks nearby. With little sound, she carried the herbs to the
table, quietly working with a boiling pot of water, she mixed the herbs and
water, filling bottles with the mixture.

A human man wearing long robes of light blue in color walked by the opening
of the building, looking into it. "So young Zandra, this is where you got to
after the commotion from your father this morning. You know he will be none
to pleased to find you playing with those things again. You know how he
feels about you fiddling with anything with the slightest hint of magic," he
said, nodding at her. She sighed, nodding quietly. The man watched with a
shake of his head as the girl known as Zandra carefully cleaned everything
and put what she had used back into its proper place. He stepped back as she
closed the door to the building and walked away, her head hung low. After
she had left the building, the man walked into it, looking around. He
smiled, noting that the book that he had left on the table days ago had
disappeared. He nodded. "She is a mage, just like her mother. Too bad her
father is so hard on her following her mother's footsteps," he said, closing
the doors. "I wonder if she will be able to do much more than boil water and
mix herbs in it. She says very little to anyone," he commented, picking up a
basket and a digging tool before setting off into the forest in search of
more herbs. 

Author:    Zandra         
Date:      Sat Jul  5 23:04:27 2008
Subject     The notebook

The day started out so seemingly innocent. Zandra spent time in the
building that the older man had said she could, then she headed into the
center of town. She spent her time in the shop that her father owned,
selling goods from behind the counter, her quiet voice giving only the
briefest of answers on question that customers asked. She felt her father's
gaze on her as she sold supplies to a man wearing robes marking him a
practitioner of the magical arts. When the man left, her father sent her to
the back to check the storeroom and sort supplies.

Over an hour later, her father stomped to the back. He pushed her to the
ground, yelling at her and accusing her of meeting with the mage and
learning what he termed as a "useless profession" from him. She cringed
against the wall, trying to hide from him. When he finished his rant, he
stomped back out of the stockroom, leaving Zandra alone. She took deep
breaths and returned to her feet. 

She glanced back toward the front of the store, sighing as she picked up her
bag and looped it over her shoulder. With another glance, she opened the
back door and stepped out into the light. 

She walked through the town, trying to avoid everyone. She slipped into the
building, closing it firmly behind her. With silent feet, she walked to the
darkest corner of the room. Sitting down, she quietly whispered a strange
word. With no other movement or sound, a small ball of light started glowing
just over Zandra's head. She looked up at it with a wistful look as she
pulled the book that the man in blue robes had left. Opening it, she started
reading where she had left off. 

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