An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Altarath.

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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Altarath' scribed in light orange ink.

Author:    Altarath       
Date:      Fri May  4
10:56:52 2012
Subject     Terrsa

Altarath was
strolling through the busy streets of Caergoth on his way to
the
docks for fishing supplies. It was early in the day and the sun
beat
down on Altarath's armor. Out of the corner of his eye
Altarath noticed a
tall minotaur woman arguing with two guardsmen
about 30 paces away, outside
the open gates of the city. Altarath
began to approach to see what was the
matter when the woman
suddenly drew her swords and slashed across the two
men's bellies
with one swing, dropping them to the ground! Altarath made
a
prayer to Paladine and engaged the woman, and she tore into
him, her slashes
ringing loudly off of Altarath's shield and
plate armor. She fought dirty,
kicking the gravel from the street
into Altarath's eyes, and he fell back.
He chanted a prayer to
heal his wounds, and re-engaged the woman, calling
upon
Paladine's heavenly wrath to smite her down. Altarath stood over
the
defeated minotaur fighter, and made a prayer for her soul to
find the light
and cease her violence. 

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.'