An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Daxter.

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 paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Daxter' scribed in deep brown ink.

Author:    Daxter         
Date:      Fri Apr 30 06:38:10
2010
Subject     The Will of Morgion

If it had not been for Morgion's
will, then Daxter would have died long
ago. Morgion had taken Daxter through
many tough situations, most of which
were life threatening. Although, today was
the day that Daxter thought he
was asking too much of his god.

"Please,
Morgion, give me the strength to smite those in my way and to bring
a plague
over the land,"  prayed Daxter. Today Daxter would defeat the
dreaded black
dragon that had been terrorizing his nearby village, only
being a young Templar,
he did not think he could do it by himself. 

Later, when Daxter was face to
face with the black dragon, fear engulfed
him, he ran like hell. When Daxter got
back to his temple, he stripped
himself of all ranks he had previously earned,
and all skills he had
learned, only to learn them again, but this time better.


He would also trust in his god more than he had on the day of the
black
dragon. 

Author:    Daxter         
Date:      Sun May  9
05:57:42 2010
Subject     Captured!!! HELP ME!!!

After Daxter's
experience with Azumi in the streets of Palanthas, Daxter
was chased down by a
group of angry Dragonarmy guards. This is where this
story begins.

Azumi was
heading west towards the Crystal Tower, her silhouette
disappearing over the
horizon. Now it was Daxter's time to shine, for a
group of what looked like 10
draconian Dragonarmy guards were hot on his
tail. Instead of running away like
Aros had told him to do earlier, Daxter
stayed and fought the guards. This is
what Daxter lived for, the taste of
battle. Daxter stood his ground when the
guards ran at him, the first two he
downed at a distance with a simple harm
spell, and then the next one he
cleaved with his massive sword. One by one his
opponents fell to their doom.
To face Daxter was to dance with the devil.

When
all Daxter's enemies were downed, he telepathically told Aros, "See
old
friend, once again I was right. It is better to confront a fight head
on,
then to let it stab you in the back." Daxter chuckled and headed
the
opposite direction he had sent Azumi.


***************************************

Daxter had business to attend to, and
it wasn't going to be pretty. He had a
day's ride ahead of him to Neraka, the
Dragonarmy stronghold. It was
practically a death sentence for one to go in
there, if you weren't on good
terms with the Dragonarmy, but for Daxter, he did
not know fear, either that
or he ignored it. Daxter does not fear death; in fact
he welcomes it, if it
means a brand new journey. 

Daxter purpose in Neraka was
to do exactly what he had done in Palanthas,
bring the people on his side. I
rebellion in the heart of the Dragonarmy
would cripple them. It was the one way
that Ansalon could ever hope to rid
themselves of the wretched clan. 

Daxter
worked his way into Neraka without being caught. He watched for any
opportunity
to present himself, or to save a citizen from harm. Later that
night, in the
comfort of an inn in Neraka, Daxter was captured by some
Dragonarmy guards!
Tells Aros telepathically, "Old friend once again I was
proven wrong. Please
help me, I have been captured by the enemy. I am in
Neraka! HELP!!!" 

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.'