An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Frappy.

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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Frappy' scribed in dull yellow ink.

Author:           Frappy
Date    Wed Aug  2 20:45:55 2006
Subject  Kendermore

A long time ago an elven woman was traveling near Kendermore. 
She collapsed
in front of many onlooking kender.  She gave birth to a boy and
died before
she even naming the baby.  The kender took in the baby and passed
him around
like a hot potato for many years.  One kender by the name of
Whoknocks decided
that the boy needed a name so he called him Frappy.  The boy grew
up much
faster than an elven baby, and seemed to learn very quickly.  The
boy could
read in kender and common buy the age of four.  Frappy read all
that he could
as a boy, the kender had many books that they had aquired on
there travels. 
Frappy enjoyed hearing the many stories of adventures, and hoped
to do some of
his own adventuring.  He loved the outdoors and grew accustomed
the having the
kender around.  Frappy also grew to be very jolly and curious
just like they
were.

Frappy kept two of the many books that he had read.  One was a
book of elven
magic which he cherished and learned many things.  Frappy became
very talented
at magic at a fairly young age.  The other book was a journal
that his mother
wrote.  She said very little of her life, however she wrote about
her
employment by the Conclave of Wizards.  She seemed to have a very
exciting
life but it seemed that the wizards did not treat her very well. 
Frappy
decided that he would seek employment as well to finance his
adventures but
would choose his own employers better than his mother had.  A
kender by the
name of Slipnot gave him an emblem of Solinari which he carried
with him on
his way out of Kendermore in search of story and song.

Author:    Frappy         
Date:      Thu Aug 17 19:43:52 2006
Subject  Renagade who?

Apparently the Conclave of Wizards do not have much fun.  I came
across a
bleeding Mercenary Leader near the Inn of the Last Home.

A Black Robe had attacked the leader of Mercenary. I found out
that I was
considered a Renegade by their ranks. I offered to join on my
terms.  Trial to
held on my behalf, sounds like fun. Although any kender would
love to see the
inside of a jail, it seems this time I declined the invitation. 
I submitted
myself to the Black Robe for this trial.  I was unaware of any
wrong doing,
expecially since I was under the impression that the white robes
were extinct.

Also, I had already had the occasion to see the inside of the
jail there
before anyway.  I had a wonderful conversation with a kender in
there. he
didn't seem to know how to get out, even though he was able to
get out of the
belly of a Red dragon once.  I was released quickly since I did
no wrong.  I
just entered a shiny portal thing and BAM into a Tower.

I got the feeling that it was only a Black Robe area because it
was even more
creepy than High Archmage Aurius.

When I submitted myself to the Black Robe, He escorted me into a
forest... My
head started pounding as I realized I was in the Tower.

I think he hit me in the head, i should have better detail my
terms.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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