An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Caius.

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 brief catalogue on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Caius' scribed in burnt black ink.

Author:    Caius          
Date:      Tue Nov  7 18:51:41 2006
Subject   An Ex-Gladiators story.

A young mercenary, by the name of Caius fought gallantly beside the
others, but soon fell.  He was fighting beasts he's only heard of, The
Minotaurs, with a small force of other mercenaries.  They fell swiftly, the
only one left living was Caius.  He was knocked out by the blunt side of an
axe.  He had killed one of the opposing Minotaurs, but had been knocked out
by the falling axe.  When he awoke, he was in a cage, on a boat with a
number of others.  He blinks, and shakes his head, looking around at the
others.  "Where am I?"  He asks hoping for an answer, but he was just given
a look.  He was on his way toward the Minotaur Islands.  He was to be a
gladiator.  He arrived at the island, and was taken straight to the arena,
where he was trained shortly to fight.  Then, the first day of the Arena,
and he and another were chained together, he was given a shield and the
other man a sword.  They were pushed into the arena, along with several
other groups.  He stares in wonder at the crowd, but soon turns his
attention to his opponents.  The fight was short and brutal.  He and his
team mate were among the few to survive.  The next two, he fought with valor
and came out on top, .  Where as most of the gladiators from when he started
had died.  The Minotaurs decided That he would go train with the Weapons
Master.  After a short time training with The Weapons master, the Minotaurs
took Caius back into the arena.  There he fought legions of foes, but came
out on top.  The final challenge, was the Previous Gladiator Champion,
Undefeated, and Soon to be the New Weapons Master, Who also is a Minotaur. 
The battle was long, and bloody.  Caius received numerous gashes, bruises,
and a dislocated, but came out on top.  Standing over the dead corpse, Caius
looks out at the crowd and lifts his sword, then shouts something, but it
goes unheard.  Soon after his wounds healed, He was ordered to present
himself before the emperor himself.  The Emperor granted his freedom,
Telling him he can leave Mithas.  Only Caius refused, and instead went as a
free man back to the Weapons Master.  He trained for years, at least ten,
then He was crowned Weapons Master, and Master of the Arena.  He was given
specially made armor, of his choosing, and a Horned Helmet.  He watches the
arena, watching for any worthy enough to be trained, Atleast he did until he
learned about the Emperor's disappearance.  Which soon after, he too
Disappeared...  Here ends this story Thus far..  

Author:    Caius        
Date:      Tue Jul 22 22:25:56 2008
Subject     Unlikely Companions

Caius snaps 'Bash em in Terrsa!'

The large minotaur loses her patience and begins to ram into the door,
breaking its hinges. "Shall we?" she says as she beckons Caius to
follow her inside.

The dust settles and a large figure is noticed at the back of the dark room

Caius nods and moves inside, his sword held low. He notices the dark
Figure and moves toward it, wondering why there was dust everywhere.

Terrsa breathes heavy, clutching her axe she stomps towards Caius and
someone in the shadows. She notices a lone figure and begins to
examine the area to see if others are inside. 'Not the welcoming I had
expected Caius, shall we look around to see if there are others?' she
cautiously askes.

Caius pauses for a second and kneels down, putting his sword on the
ground and reaching into a pouch for some flint. "Terrsa find me a
torch." he says drawing a small dagger.

Terrsa walks west and shortly after re-enters the room and hands Caius
a torch.

Caius strikes the flint with the dagger and lights the oil soaked
torch. He puts his dagger and the flint away, then picks his sword up
and stands, looking around the room. "Where is everyone?"

The light falls upon the figure and it's quite clear that the man was
once a commanding figure, but the hooks of death and a dagger in his
chest have long since finished his rein.

Caius mutters 'I guess that pretty much tells the story.'

Terrsa crouches down from the sudden appearance of a corpse in the
room, her eyes darting from left to right, "Looks as though it does."
she says quietly.

Caius looks around and hands Terrsa the Torch. "Go around lighting the
torches on the walls. LEts get some light in here."

Terrsa notices cobwebs and dust everywhere, as though this room hadn't
been used in some time. She moves off to light the hall with her
torch.

The cadaverous hand falls suddenly upon the table as the corpse
pitches forward. A small scrap of paper clenched between it's long
lifeless fingers.

Caius approaches the corpse and pries its fingers open to get to the
paper.

Terrsa hears a rustling sound and storms back to Caius, thinking
someone had attacked him. She returns still holding her torch.  "What
was that?", she asks Caius.

The fingers give slowly, but the paper begins to crumble leaving only
part of it visible and legible

Caius picks the paper up out of the hand and reads whats left on it.

Terrsa asks quickly 'What does it say?  Is there anything else on the
body that may bear clues to what has happened here?' She then begins
to examine the body.

The paper begins to fall apart under prying fingers of Caius

Terrsa wrinkles her snout in disgust from the putrid odor and decides
to leave the examining to Caius.  Still holding her torch, she stands
close to Caius trying to see what the note entails.
[Cont]

Author:    Caius        
Date:      Tue Jul 22 22:26:50 2008
Subject     Unlikely Companions [pt 2]

Caius curses gently as the paper crumbles. He tries to be easier with
it as he holds it up to the light and tries to read it.

The piece in Caius hands completetly disingtegrates leaving only a
small scrap beneath the hand of the long-dead mercenary leader at the
desk

Hashmalum hangs from the ceiling and drops onto Terrsa's head while
screaming excitedly 'Hey isn't this place cool???? I found it on the
map you dropped Caius!!'

Caius snorts and grabs the the corpse up out of the chair and tosses
his body away then turns around startled as Hashalum drops from the
ceiling.

Terrsa wildly tries to shake the kender off of her head to no avail. 
She recognizes the voice and gives him a little bite in the inner
thigh for playing games.

Hashmalum says 'Hiya Caius whos this?' pointing at the big minotaur
figure under him nibbling on his bum.

Caius says 'Terrsa Meet Hashmalum. Hash, this is Terrsa.'

Hashmalum quickly notices the paper just before it crumbles and reads: 
... ave you orders, and you have faile..
.. last tim...

...ghlord Ki..
A strange bit of a blue seal remains but its too damaged to read.

'I would prefer to meet you when you weren't sitting on my head."
Terrsa growls in obvious anger.'

'Hash, get down off her.' Caius snickers as Hashmalum looks at him
hopeful.

The scrap of paper was apparently destroyed by the crazed antics of
the human leader...

The minotaur female snarls and looks to Caius, "A Kender?"

Caius shrugs gently. "They Can be of use." He turns to Hash and looks
at him sternly. "Did you see what was on this paper?"

The kender pulls out another piece of paper from his pockets he found
ealier trying to match up the edges with the new piece... then states
as slowly as he can 'Well dust doesn't not conform like i would have
hoped it would. All it said was some jibberish like ... ave you
orders, and you have faile..'

'.. last tim...' '...ghlord Ki..' 'I wonder who Tim was?' he pauses.

Terrsa mutters and then shakes her head.

Caius raises an eyebrow at Hashmalum and then nods. "Thats good
enough." He says as he looks around. "Well we have our new
headquarters, lets start getting it cleaned up." he says sheathing his
sword.

Terrsa keeps her eyes on the Kender, moving off to the Northern corner
of the room she begins to pick up the papers and debris laying around.
Until she notices the kender getting a little too close to her, and
moves off to another area to tidy up.

Hashmalum innocently saunters into a seperate room with a few shinies
under some dust to clean up and 'look around'

Caius finds a notebook on the desk and leans against the desk, opening
it up and starting to read it. But, tragically It's mostly empty, just
some supply lists and other gibberish.

Terrsa stands and dusts off her skirt.  Suddenly, she realizes that
staying close to the Kender may be the best thing to do, if he finds
something of value she'll never know about it.

(great RP, new Merc band alive and kicking, see Caius/Terrsa/Hashmalum)

Author:    Caius          
Date:      Sun Nov  2 18:59:16
2008
Subject     The Brotherhood of the Scar.

The Brotherhood of the
Scar. It fit, thats for sure. People from
different races, religion, and ways of
life all coming together under one
flag for the promise of riches and adventure.
It was quite something to be
honest. It reminded him of the old days when he was
a Gladiator in Mithas.
He would be surrounded by many different people from
every walk of life but
were considered nothing more than himself. A slave.
Leading a band of
Mercenaries couldnt be much different than leading a group of
gladiators
into battle, could it? Oh well, no matter. He would lead them and if
any
dared to try him..it would get quite messy. Fifteen years of being
a
gladiator makes him one hell of a match for anyone or anything out there.
He
knew no fear, nor would he be stopped by anything other than death. Many
had
joined since Him, Terrsa, and Hashmalum took the old headquarters
and
started refurbishing it. Business was slow for now, but soon..yes
soon,
riches and adventures ensured. The only common ground between them was
Him.
They united under his flag, this becoming the Brotherhood of the Scar
from
the scar he held on his face. It was all coming together and he could
hardly
wait. The anticipation was killing him. He was ready, but is his
ragtag
group ready? Soon, he would find out. 

Author:    Caius       
  
Date:      Sun Nov  2 20:06:53 2008
Subject     Scar.

Caius
boards a ship bound for the mainland. It had been many years since
he had been
on the mainland and his only reason for leaving is that the
Emperor, the man who
freed him disappeared. He had no reason to stay now. He
takes his only
belongings, his armor and weapons and boards a ship to his
homeland, on a path
that will lead him through the Blood Red Sea of Istar.
He sighed as he watches
the shores of Mithas disappear over the horizon. He
goes below deck, to his
cabin and removes his armor, before laying in the
bed and falling into a light
sleep. He awoke by the screeching of some beast
and jumps out of bed. He grabs
his sword and runs out onto the deck in the
buff. The ship was being attacked by
two foot tall Blood Sea Imps.

He quickly glances around, counting the Imps and
assessing the situation.
Four men were dead already and an imp was going for the
helmsmen, an act to
make the ship crash into the debris of other wrecked ships.
Caius moves like
a cat, and quickly comes between the imp and the Helmsmen. The
Imp was
already in mid slash and it catches Caius across the face, he
hardly
flinches. He quickly slashes with his sword, cutting the imps clawed
hand
off making the small beast screech in pain and anger. The other imps
however
were already fleeing the ship for the water was changing from red to
blue.
The one who scratched Caius screeches at him before running for the edge
of
the ship. Grabbing a rope that was tied off somewhere on the ship,
Caius
bolts after the imp and dives into the water after him.

He grabs the imp
by one of its horns and pulls it up to face him, before
plunging his sword into
the beasts neck effectively decapitating it. He is
then pulled to the surface by
people on the ship. He is quickly pulled
aboard the ship and praised for saving
the helmsmen and thus the ship. He
shrugs off the praises, grabbing the claw
that scratched him and then he
returns to his cabin for the rest of the voyage.
The scratches left a three
line scar on his face from the left temple to his
right cheekbone. The scar
would soon become a symbol of something much greater.


Author:    Caius          
Date:      Tue Dec  2 19:42:08
2008
Subject     Something was wrong.

Caius stands alone atop a large
cliff over looking the water. He was on
the island that would soon become his
new home, but something was wrong. For
the first time in quite sometime, he
stood alone. Alone on the island, save
for the wild animals. He sighed gently
and turns, looking at the island that
he had claimed. Something was wrong. He
could feel it. Someone or something
was watching him, and the watcher was
unfriendly. He scans the surroundings
quickly with his trained eyes but sees
nothing. He snorts and puts his hand
on his sword, waiting for those who watched
him to reveal themselves. He
sees movement within the trees and then a massive
troll comes bellowing out
of the trees, holding a club in one hand. Caius curses
and draws his sword,
glancing quickly around. He had no where to go, his back
was against a cliff
and the troll was charging from his front. He would have to
fight. The troll
nears him and swings his club. Caius tries to move but doesnt
get out of the
way in time and is caught in the left shoulder. His bones shatter
against
the impact of the blow and he is thrown to the ground, screaming in pain
and
dropping his sword. The troll picks him up, bellowing an awful roar at
him.
Caius quickly grabs his dagger from his belt with his right hand and
hurls
it at the trolls face. The dagger sinks into the trolls eye, but instead
of
dropping Caius, the troll hurls him toward the edge. He bounces once
and
tries to grab something to stop himself but there was nothing. His
eyes
widen as he goes over the edge. This was itthis would be his end. "Gods
save
me." He mutters as he falls toward the water. 

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.'