An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aslewaen.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aslewaen' scribed in earth-colored yellow ink.

Author:    Aslewaen       
Date:      Sun Dec  5 10:17:31
2010
Subject     Trapped up a tree

I should have realised earlier why
it was so quiet in the forest that
morning but Quiloth had stressed the
importance of the herbs she needed to
treat the wounds of the humans we had
found in the village bordering on our
forest.

Others in the community ridiculed
her for wanting to save the lives of mere
humans and yet she stressed that it
was our place as followers of Quenesti
Pah to heal all not only the High Elves
of the forest.

As luck would have it I was high up in a tree scraping mould off
the bark
when the silence of the forest was broken but the guttural growls and
grunts
of a marauder hunting party down below. Reaching into my pouch of
belongings
I hurriedly grabbed the twisted stick that I had been promised was a
wand of
obfuscation and while trying not to think about the long fall down to
the
ground or one of those brutes down below seeing me up in the tree,
i
completed the incantation that would allow me to remain hidden while the
moved
past below me.

I had to stop myself from vomiting in disgust as the stench of
rotting flesh
wafted up from the forest floor as they moved past and I made the
mistake of
looking down at the assortment of goblins, hobgoblins and ogres all
with
trophies from their last skirmish. The one ogre had a thigh bone, with
flesh
and sinews still hanging from it as a club. He was using to prod and
poke
three miserable looking human men leading 6 donkeys carrying large
sacks
filled with mangled farming implements.

It was a long 10 minutes I sat up
that tree praying that none of them would
catch a smell of me as they moved off
down wind but once I was sure they
were gone I slid down the tree extra fast and
ran back to the village with
all the speed I could muster.

Out of breath and
with the shock of their disregard for the dead still
clouding my mind I babble
incoherently to the guard trying to explain to him
what I had seen. At first
they thought I was mad but when Ilshan an
experienced hunter and his young
apprentice returned from scouting the area
I had been in the guard was doubled
and word spread quickly through our tree
top village of the marauders who where
nearby. 

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.'