An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Crag.

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 'Crag' scribed in rich orange ink.

Author:    Crag           
Date:      Tue Oct  2
01:51:40 2007
Subject     About Crag

Being raised in a
traveling carnavel all my life wasn't all the fun and games i
thought it would be.
 
Most of the children were terrified of me
and the adults didn't care much for my tricks.
 
My life on the
road was coming to an end quickly I mean who wants to hire a big
furry magician that has horns.
 
I decided that one night I would
throw all this away and start anew. It was what I had been
wanting for along time now and this was just the night to do it.

I ran long and hard from that place Never looking back even for
a second in fear of someone spotting me.
 
I came upon a lake
where I stopped to cool down and maybe catch a bite to eat. I
noticed a man walking around the lake so i hid behind some
bushes.
 
he seemed to know exacly where i was tho He came
straight for me and told me not to hide what i am.
 
He told me
of a faction that was looking for people with gifts just like
mine that they would take care of me and treat me as a person not
an animal.
 
We sat and talked as the hours rolled by about me
and what this faction was, why I had ran away.
 
He said that he
had been watching me for a while and following the caravan around
waiting for the right moment.
 
I told the man that i would
gladly join this faction if it was what he said it was I would be
right at home.

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.'