An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Freenza.

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Freenza' scribed in deep grey ink.

Author:          Freenza
Date    Wed May 24 16:39:07 2006
Subject  The Start of a Journey


As Freenza began his long hike form Thorbardin to Wayreth he
thought of
how he came to be on this trip.  His clan had been steeped in
magic for
years, clan lore stated that they had practiced Magic since there
was a
Theiwar race.  His grandfather Basalt Darkeye had forged his way
to becoming
the Thane of the Theiwar race.  Rumor had it that he had done
this with some
unsavory means but the clan mostly ignored it.  Since then the
Theiwar had
prospered in thier underground homes.  His father a black robed
mage called
Obsidi Darkeye had recognized his talent in magic and sent him on
his way to
the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth.  His father sent him in
hopes that he
would learn something from the mages there.  On the day he left,
his father
took him aside ad told him that after he became a member of the
COnclave he
would step down and let him be that Thane of teh Theiwar. 
Determined to
make his father proud, Freenza set out at a quick pace towards
Wayreth and
his future. 

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.'