An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Amsel.

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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Amsel' scribed in dark maroon ink.

Author:    Amsel          
Date:      Sat Apr  5 15:39:43 2014
Subject     How I got the name Stickerknot

My mother was actually named Merlera Stoneflinger -- she could hit a town guard
between the eyes at forty feet, which all of us in Staughton thought was
excellent fun -- well, all of us kender anyway -- not so much the town guards.
Turned out, though, my aim wasn't nearly so good, and my throwing arm was lousy.
My mother says when I was a little kender all I wanted to do was grub around in
the dirt, and when I was ten, someone figured out why I couldn't hit anything
AND why I liked the ground so much -- I was as nearsighted as a mole!


Well, for a few years I thought I'd never be able to do ANYTHING because I
couldn't see as well as any of the other kender, and maybe I'd have to spend
the rest of my life in a library staring at books and running into walls all
the time, which sounds terribly boring, not to mention bad for your nose, but
then a wonderful thing happened. This very clever gnome passed through town,
this gnome that made glasses, and he gave me a pair -- at least, he left it
out on a table and went off and left it alone, which I took to mean he didn't
want it anymore, so I took it. And thanks to that marvelous gnome, I became
well, not exactly eagle-eyed, but maybe stork-eyed or duck-eyed at the very 
least -- what sort of animal is there that can see well ENOUGH, but not QUITE
as good as an eagle? Oh, never mind. You know what I mean. I still couldn't 
throw worth a damn, but I took a liking to the bow, and spent my days creeping
around in the woods putting holes in things (not ALIVE things, though, unless
I was really hungry, you understand).


I spent so much time in the woods that every night my mother would have to
comb all sorts of burrs and stickers and junk out of my hair, which was awful
-- all that pulling, you know -- how I'd scream! And she'd always say, "What
am I going to do with you, Stickerknot?" and the name kind of stuck -- uh, 
pardon the pun -- and soon everyone started calling me Stickerknot. Now I'm a
regular explorer, and I have to comb the stickers out of my hair myself --
isn't it weird how it doesn't hurt as much when you're doing it to yourself?
I wonder why that is? I still don't like to be in the city very much because
people have a lot of really interesting things but I have to get my face up 
really close to actually get a good look at them -- remember, I'm still not 
eagle-eyed -- chicken-eyed at best -- and they always get all worked up about
it, and when people get worked up I usually end up in jail. People certainly
are peculiar, and no mistake. Animals, on the other hand, don't seem to care
how much you look, so long as you don't scare 'em. Someday I want to explore
all of Krynn and make a list of all the animals I see. I only have two pages
right now, though, so if you see any interesting beasts out there, let me 
know. (I already have "Goatsucker Bird.")

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.'