An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Artos.

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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Artos' scribed in faded orange ink.

Author:    Artos          
Date:      Mon Jan 28
02:53:30 2008
Subject     a Disguise

The halls of
Hybardin were a tough place to grow up as an urchin
Scrouging for
food through the garbage heaps, is not how I would have liked
to
spend my early days. Many beatings I took from the hands of the
larger
homeless dwarves. Quickly I learned how to run quickly and
hide. Soon after
that I learned to disguise myself and I walked
among the shadows. Digging
through a pile of garbage one night, I
came across a dagger, taking I slunk
back towards my hole. I
spent hours sharpening the dagger and I began to
carry it all the
time. I kept it hidden beneth my robe. The first time I put
it to
use I had come up behind a larger dwarf who had tormented me
before,
and slid the dagger between his ribs. I dragged him into
the shadows and
stripped his corpse of everything, covering my
clothes with his I took over
his appereance and for awhile I was
able to fool those near by. They thought
I was he. For once in my
life I felt power. And so I learened the powers
that disguising
myself could bring. I continued along this path for many
years,
and as time went on I began to gather a followering, of
othe
miscreants. Soon my gang was the strongest and most feared
among the halls.
We went beyond preying upon those like us, we
began to prey upon the richer
folks and the well respected
people. We begun with just robbing them. The
kidnapping and
ransoming them. Slowly we began to murder them and anyone
who
stood against us. As our fear grew we became more violent and
more obvious.
We made bodies just dissapear. Slowly I began to
realize that if I stayed
here my power would be limited. So I
decided to strike out into the world,
and find some other
degenerates with whom I could turn into my killing band.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'