An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Clavius.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a manilla folder on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Clavius' scribed in faded green ink.

Author:    Clavius        
Date:      Fri Jan  7
13:51:57 2011
Subject     The Companionship Begins

I'd
been drawn into this conversation by a curious kender. No one
else
would sit with me and share a meal, I guess the stench and
dishevelled
appearance put them off but then it was meant to.

"I
never knew my mother, I'd always wanted to but my old man
wouldn't tell
me anything about her," I found myself saying to
the curious young fellow
who's bought me a plate of food with the
money from a purse he'd picked from
a merchant sitting in the
fancier half of the Inn. I was still to learn his
name, as he
seemed much more interested in me than I was in him but you
don't
turn down a plate of food from a stranger when your stomach
is
rumbling and your strength sapped from days on the road
running from
something.

"Hey imagine that, not knowing anything
about your mother. I don't know how
Pa would have raised all 8 of
us in his own." said the kender incredulously
before I cut him
off.

"Well I knew my human mother and my seven brothers and
sisters but Pa just
wouldn't talk about my real mother. Everyone
in town would pelt me with
rotten vegetables when I tried to play
with my brothers friends and chase me
away with sticks when I
tried to play with my sisters friends."

"Oh is that all. I get
chased out of villages and towns almost week now.
It's as if
someone has spread malicious rumours about me and my kin.
Why
just the other day they accused me of stealing this pair of
glasses" he
produces a very strange pair of glasses with multiple
folding lenses "and
before I could explain that they were just
lying around in a desk. Before I
could make a run for it they had
nasty smelly fishing nets thrown over me
and I was hauled off to
this dank dark room where I was left to rot. Good
thing they
didn't search me very well as I still had my hair pins in and
as
soon as I'd collected my travelling bag I was out of that
nasty place."

"I just wish I knew more about her but when I was
old enough to fend for
myself I was forced to flee the village I
grew up in and since then I've
lived of the land travelling where
ever my legs take me."

"Hey that sounds like wanderlust to me.
So Clavius why dont the two of
travel together for a while?" His
look of delight was contagious and it was
strange how at that
moment the merchant at the other table started looking
for his
money bag. He seemed to have chosen a table at the window and
with
our food already eaten and paid for he grabbed his bag a
quickly exited
through it. Not wanting to cause too many problems
for the merchant I left
his money pouch on the table and joined
my companion who was already making
a hasty retreat towards the
main road.

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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'