An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Bergrius.

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 'Bergrius' scribed in brilliant yellow ink.

Author:    Bergrius       
Date:      Fri Sep 28
07:08:28 2007
Subject     The One With A Snake

"It
seems I'm lost" Bergrius sighed as he looked around him.  He
found
himself surrounded by beautiful oak trees.  Though used to
the beauty of
nature, his home being in Solace, he found himself
in awe of the almost
unnatural perfection of the forest.  Weary
of his travels, Bergrius decided
to rest under of the giant oak
trees.  He removed his backpack and set it
down next to a tall
oak tree.  Sitting down next to his pack, Bergrius
smiled as he
stared up into the forest canopy.  Sunrays peeked through
the
rustling leaves and left Bergrius in a peaceful state as he
closed his eyes.
His worries of his travels seemed to disappear. 
He even forgot that he was
lost.  

Bergrius awoke an hour or so
later to a soft hissing sound near his ear.
The sun was still
peeking through the forest ceiling, Bergrius noted as he
stood
and looked around.  He jumped back as his eyes wandered to his
pack. 
"A SNAKE!!!  " Bergrius nearly yelled his head off
while his bulging eyes
stayed on the snake.  He stayed completely
still for fear of being bitten. 
He studied the snake as best as
he could in his predicament.  After a few
minutes, he realized
the snake would not move from his pack.  Relaxing his
guard for a
moment, Bergrius inched his way towards his pack, and the
snake.

He got to his pack without any resistance from the snake.
 As he reached
for the pack, he realized the snake was making no
menacing movements. 
Pondering this for a moment, he decided to
run a test.  He moved his hand
above the snake's head and left it
there for a moment.  No movement.  He
scratched his head with his
other hand.  He shrugged and decided to go a
little further with
his test.  He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes peering
intently
at the snake.  Holding his breath, Bergrius brushed his
finger
along the snake's head.  No movement!  He let out a sigh
of relief as he
picked up the snake by its head.  He examined it
more closely now.  The
snake hissed lightly, its tongue wandering
about Bergrius' fingers. 

"It's harmless!" Bergrius smiled
as he let the snake coil around his arm.
He fussed with his pack,
putting it on awkwardly.
"What are you doing here? You
shouldn't be here!"
Startled, Bergrius whirled around to face
the person belonging to the voice.
His hand moved to his sword
hilt instinctively. He gripped the hilt as he
looked for the
owner of the voice. A woman stepped out from the cover of an
oak
tree.  Bergrius loosened his grip on his sword.

"Hey, aren't
you a-" Before he could finish, Bergrius felt a shooting
pain
in his sword arm.  He looked down at his hand. 'Too
late,' he thought.
Bergrius' eyes closed as he fell forward.


The snake bit him...

Author:    Bergrius      

Date:      Sun Sep 30 03:55:27 2007
Subject     The One
With A Hive

Weeks passed since Bergrius' run in with the
snake.  He was lucky enough
to be saved by woman he "met."  She
woke him up after he fainted from the
snake bite.  Apparently, he
was so worried about dying from what he found
out was a
"nonpoisonous snake" that he fainted.  

Bergrius was back home
in Solace, away from the horrors of unknown snakes
and other
creepy crawlers and whatnot.  Happy to be home, Bergrius
indulged
himself with food and drink, especially the drink. 
After another round of
merriment in the late afternoon with his
fellow bar patrons, he found himself
staring down a range, trying
to hit a dummy with knives.

*THUD* Bergrius giggled as he
watched the knife hit the dummy then fall
to the ground with a
resounding *CLANK*.
*THUD* Another failed throw, another
giggle fit. *CLANK*
*THUD*  *CLANK*
*THUD* 
*CLANK*
*THUD*  *CLANK*

*THWOK* Bergrius blinked. 
That was something new.  He made his way to
the dummy, stumbling
over his own feet here and there.  He knelt down and
picked up
his failures then stood up, holding onto the dummy for fear
of
falling.  He grinned from ear to ear when he saw his knife
buried in what
would be the dummy's chest.  He yanked the knife
out of the dummy, taken
over by yet another giggling fit. 
Bergrius sauntered back to his spot away
from the
dummy.

*THUD* *CLANK* Bergrius resumed his fun.
*THUD*
*CLANK*
*THUD* *CLANK*
*THUD* *CLANK*
*THUD*
*CLANK* Bergrius shook his head, trying to fight back the
drowsiness.
He staggered forward, knife in hand.  He looked at
the knife, then back
at the dummy.  He smiled as he watched the
dummy sway from side to side. 
'I'll still getcha even if ya
move!' Bergrius grinned as he wound his arm
back then let the
knife fly.  He scowled as he watched the dummy dodge his
knife. 
'How'd you do that?' He asked, dumbfounded.  The knife
sailed
past the dummy and went out of sight.

*SHWICK* The
sound puzzled Bergrius.  Wondering what it could possibly be,
he
stalked his way past the dummy and in the direction of the sound.
As he
passed the dummy, he heard a low buzzing sound. He
recognized the sound from
somewhere, but he couldn't place where.
He shrugged as he looked around.
He saw the knife glimmer from
the setting sun. It was stuck in a tree.
Bergrius staggered
toward the tree, readying himself to climb it.

The buzzing was
louder now, right overhead.  He looked up as he searched
for a
firm foothold.  His mouth gaped open as he gasped.  The buzzing
was
circling him now. Too Late! The source of the buzzing
washed away his
drunken stupor.  

Bees...

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