An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ahlonna.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. 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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ahlonna' scribed in rich yellow ink.

Author:    Ahlonna        
Date:      Wed Apr  8
23:51:14 2009
Subject     A path begins

As Ahlonna
nervously ran her finger along the embroidery of her robes,
she
found herself humming quietly. Her tutors paced back and forth
before
her eyes making the sitting room the least comfortable it
had ever seemed
before now. She was trying to understand the rude
intrusion in to her
evening off from her studies and what could
be so important that both of
these men where here now. They both
moved around anxiously and both jumped
as the door opened. She
sat up and her humming stopped. Her confusion
escalated when her
father entered. His lean frame blocked view from the hall
but she
was positive that he was not alone. He was always accompanied
by
some one buying for his time. She found it hilarious at times.
He was
considered a lower ranked representative for the house
Royal whom had never
even met his distant cousin the speaker in
person. But for this small
Silvanesti village he efficiently took
care of the mundane tasks that the
Speaker of Stars need not
bother with Her father was also blunt and always
to the point. He
turned to the teachers and simply stated that they were no
longer
needed . He told them that another family had desire of
there
services and handed each of them folded parchment with the
information and
his seal of reference. They left after wishing
her and her father well and
thanked him as he handed them a small
pouch of silver each. It was when they
left that he turned to her
to speak.

 "They told me you had progressed in your studies
that they believed you
will do fine on your own now."  He
smiled at her for a brief moment.  "Your
chance to make your
own path is here, let us see what you do with it. You
are a great
honor and asset to this family" . With that he turned and
left,
the door closing behind her.

She sat quietly for a while
wondering at the brief exchange. It was much
like most
conversations with her father or her mother for that
matter.
Without the structure of her studies the promise of
advancing her skills in
sorcery. She knew without a doubt that
her love of magic would be the major
beacon lighting this "Path
of her own." she was now suppose to be on. She
smiled at the view
of the moons now visible in the window. For now it seemed
that
this path called her to her bed. 

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