An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Auschmal.

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 'Auschmal' scribed in green ink.

Author:  Auschmal
Date    Sat Aug 21 12:16:48 1999

Subject  Farewell



'GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF CAPTAIN!'
About 5 people were holding down a rampaging thanoi, flailing
around the
dagger tha cured him yet led him more into that madness. Medea
was standing
a few steps back, shouting and crying, trying to stop her captain
from
losing his grip of reality. Sansagroth resisted every force that
rushed
him, every weapon that cut him, and every cuss that offended him.
In a
blind rage, he threw each and every person that jumped on his
back. It was
hopeless, the beast cannot be controlled any longer. He slowly
approached
Medea, blood dripping from his jaw, carrying a grin that was seen
on many
who have held the Dagger of Vengeance. He slowly approached the
weeping
girl, yet she made no effort to move out of the way, it's not in
her power
to stop a monstrosity like this anymore...

'Admiral!' Kybo calls out to the road as he saw Auschmal from a
distance.
'Come quick Admiral! we need you r help! Sansagroth... he...'
just at the
name of Sansagroth, the minotaur snarled and unsheathed his rusty
cutlass,
ready to silence the creature who once was his good friend. Tears
dropped
from his angry eyes, yet his undying desire to destroy what has
become of
Sansagroth, maybe even Sansagroth himself. He stepped up the dock
and
jumped from there to the Orlouge. Too late... Medea lay before
the walrus,
coughing what's left of her proud life as a sailor of the
Orlouge. Selec
lay in a heap of blood and guts to his side and Victor lay
slumped against
the masts, headless. 'Cap'n... why did it have to end this way?'
Auschmal
whispers to himself as he brandished the gaffhook of the original
captain
of the Orlouge. 'SANSAGROTH! If it has to end, then let the
legacy of our
work end here, as our final battle!' he shouts, the gaffhook
raised up in
the air. It had to come to this, he thought to himself. Each and
every one
of the former crew has already met with their patron. The dream
was no
longer a reality. The Unity was falling apart. 'SANSAGROTH! DRAW
YOUR
WEAPON!' And in a magnificent crack of lightning, the two
warriors rushed
into each other... [Hit Return to continue]


'I'm sorry Kiarra...' A wizened minotaur said, putting his arms
around the
weeping widow's shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled. 'Thank
you
father...' She said as she hugged the old man. 'Don't worry my
child... you
will join him under Sargas's... grace' he said as he stuck a
dagger into
the woman's back. He knelt down to the ground and lay her body
softly.
'Auschmal... My son, I wish i could have looked back... but I
can't... My
duty is with Mithas. May Sargas watch over your souls...'

Kybo, Rorin and Twigpuckle circled the bed of the girl who was
slowly
losing her life. Their hands, each clasping each other's.
Twigpuckle and
Rorin wept bitterly as Kybo maintained a strong grip on the
girl's hand.
'Kyb... Kybo sir... It hurts... don't squeeze my hand that hard'
She said
as her pale face lightened with a soft smile. 'I know... I
haven't worked
with all of you long, but I loved every minute of it, I wish it
could have
been longer, but It was my duty to go down with my captain...'
She coughed.
'Shh, don't talk like that, girl. Be strong!' Kybo said, a tear
finally
running down his stern face. 'It's inevitable... we all have to
go
sometimes, sir...' This comment made Twigpuckle cry even more. '2
of my
precious friends. about gone... I wish I could have done
something...'
Twigpuckle sobbed. Rorin put his hand on the kender's shoulder.
'Don't
worry, I'm sure the gods will take care of them as much as
they've taken
care of us...' Medea smiled at Rorin for one last time, and
slowly, her
breath stuttered... then finally stop.

-MAULER'S LAST STORY-

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.'