An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Genror.

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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Genror' scribed in faded yellow ink.

Author:    Genror         
Date:      Sun Mar 28
16:53:44 2010
Subject     BG

Genror marched casually
through the woods, his mind wandering the world
over. The Red
Fist pendant dangled around his neck as he climbed over
and
around fallen trees and other small obstacles in his path.
Suddenly he is
standing on a large pulpit high above an ever
increasing crowd in
Palanthas.

The crowd chants the name
"Sargas" over and over as Genror stands
prominently above them,
wind blowing through his silken clothes. He speaks
loudly to the
crowd about the awesomeness of his god, Sargas. The people
hush
to a silence when he speaks, leaving only the bellowing voice of
Genror
and the thunder looming behind him. 

Wham! Genror
stumbles as he walks straight into a large tree. He
mutters
something about daydreaming and walking. Making his way
through the thick
forest outside Neraka, he often found himself
deep in thought. He quickly
thought of the scene just dreamed and
whispered aloud, "They will one day
know your name, Sargas.."

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.'