An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Furax.

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 volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Furax' scribed in burnt black ink.

Author:  Furax
Date    Mon Jul 18 04:38:27 2005
Stamp   1121679507
Subject  Furax's Beginnings


The earliest memory Furax had was of his stealing an apple. This
event wasn't
very successful for the owner of the stand saw what Furax did and
chased him.
Being a small boy, Furax was not able to outrun the beast of a
man and was on
the receiving end of a thumping. After cursing and spitting at
Furax, the
owner reclaimed his property and left leaving Furax lying on the
floor. Furax,
tears streaming down his face, wondered what he had done that
left him with
this miserable fate. Furax crawled into an alley and lay down,
quietly sobbing
and nursing his wounds. Everyone treated him horribly and no one
felt inclined
to pity him. Furax did not realize until later on that his
heritage -
half-human and half-elf - had played a large role in his being
treated as an
outcast. However, at the time Furax was just a little boy who was
confused and
miserable with his lot in life.

Similar events occurred often which ensured that Furax would have
an injury of
some sort most of the time. However, each event was a reiteration
of the
simple fact that if he got caught he would be in a world of pain.
This harsh
lifestyle taught Furax to become much more stealthful and his
natural
dexterity allowed him to acquire food without getting caught too
often. Each
passing year marked a great improvement in Furax's skill leaving
him with less
and less injuries. As Furax's skill grew, so did his confidence
until one day
he decided that he would begin pickpocketing as opposed to
stealing food. He
slowly but surely began to hone his skills and his ability to
target those
that were least likely to notice that their coin purse was
missing until it
was too late for them.

Because of Furax's poverty stricken childhood, Furax soon became
enamored by
money. To Furax money was the solution to everything. By
accumulating enough
wealth, Furax believed that all his problems would be solved. He
worked daily,
pocketing as much money as he could. At the end of each day, he
would count
how much he had made while eatting a simple but great dinner of
bread and
cheese. Furax did not feel satisfied with the amount of money he
was
accumulating each day. The amount earned seemed very paltry and
Furax
definitely desired a lot more than that. While contemplating
other avenues of
acquiring the wealth he desired, Furax heard of a rumor being
whispered. This
rumor consisted of a group of people that had similar
inclinations as he did.
Intrigued, Furax decided that he would try and seek out these
people...perhaps
even join their ranks and share in their prosperity...

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 mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'