An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gerrick.

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 paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gerrick' scribed in rich purple ink.

Author:    Gerrick        
Date:      Thu Aug 20
00:52:14 2009
Subject     gerricks begining

When I was
a kid, I wasnt like the other Silvenesti elves. I would
spend
time with other races, as well as my own. To me, I believe
that the races of
Ansalon are equal in every way. For my belief,
I was shunned from the
forest. I never trusted elves after that.
So I then packed up my things and
headed for a new beginning. My
first encounter with magic was a day into my
travels. A knarl had
attacked me in a cave. He clubbed me in the arm,
disarming me. He
came back for another swing and knocked me in the head. I
was
losing consciousness. All of a sudden a flash of lightning
erupted form
the darkest corner of the room. The lightning
slammed into the knarl,
electrocuting it. It collapsed onto the
ground, dead. In my blurry vision, I
saw a black robed mage. He
picked me up from the ground and we fled. Then I
lost
consciousness. When I awoke, I was in Neraka, the mage standing
over
me. I then noticed that it was an adult Silvenesti. I
recognized him from
Silvanesti. I was surprised that he had
helped me even though he knew who I
was. I became trusting of
this elf. He offered to teach me all he knew, and
I accepted. The
magic he taught me came to me easily, easier than most
people
would learn. I was always thirsty for more magic. He recommended
that
I should try for the conclave. He talked very highly of it.


Author:    Gerrick        
Date:      Wed Aug
26 02:26:34 2009
Subject     gerrick's history

story +
When I was a kid, I wasnt like the other Silvenesti elves. I
would spend time with other races, as well as my own. To me, I
believe 
story + that the races of Ansalon are equal in every
way. For my belief, I was shunned from the forest. I never
trusted elves after that. So I 
story + then packed up my things
and headed for a new beginning. My first encounter with magic was
a day into my travels. A knarl had 
attacked me in a cave. He
clubbed me in the arm, disarming me. He came back for another
swing and knocked me in the head. I was 
story + attacked me in a
cave. He clubbed me in the arm, disarming me. He came back for
another swing and knocked me in the head. I was 
story + losing
consciousness. All of a sudden a flash of lightning erupted form
the darkest corner of the room. The lightning slammed into 
story
+ the knarl, electrocuting it. It collapsed onto the ground,
dead. In my blurry vision, I saw a black robed mage. He picked me
up from the 
story + ground and we fled. Then I lost
consciousness. When I awoke, I was in Neraka, the mage standing
over me. I then noticed that it was an 
story + adult Silvenesti.
I recognized him from Silvanesti. I was surprised that he had
helped me even though he knew who I was. I became 
story +
trusting of this elf. He offered to teach me all he knew, and I
accepted. The magic he taught me came to me easily, easier than

story + most people would learn. I was always thirsty for more
magic. He recommended that I should try for the conclave. He
talked very highly of it.

Author:    Gerrick       

Date:      Wed Aug 26 03:04:56 2009
Subject    
gerrick's history

When I was a kid, I wasnt like the
other Silvenesti elves. I would spend time with other races, as
well as my own. To me, I believe 
that the races of Ansalon are
equal in every way. For my belief, I was shunned from the forest.
I never trusted elves after that. So I 
then packed up my things
and headed for a new beginning. My first encounter with magic was
a day into my travels. A knarl had 
attacked me in a cave. He
clubbed me in the arm, disarming me. He came back for another
swing and knocked me in the head. I was 
losing consciousness.
All of a sudden a flash of lightning erupted form the darkest
corner of the room. The lightning slammed into 
the knarl,
electrocuting it. It collapsed onto the ground, dead. In my
blurry vision, I saw a black robed mage. He picked me up from the

ground and we fled. Then I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I
was in Neraka, the mage standing over me. I then noticed that it
was an 
adult Silvenesti. I recognized him from Silvanesti. I was
surprised that he had helped me even though he knew who I was. I
became 
trusting of this elf. He offered to teach me all he knew,
and I accepted. The magic he taught me came to me easily, easier
than 
most people would learn. I was always thirsty for more
magic. He recommended that I should try for the conclave. He
talked very highly of it.

Author:    Gerrick       

Date:      Thu Sep 10 07:22:59 2009
Subject    
Gerrick's Reincarnation

Gerrick's father was said to be
born from the god Solinesti, it was said
that Gerrick's family
had powers. His father was the town hero, so when
Gerrick was
born everyone expected great things from him. When Gerrick
was
14, he had killed a Griffon with nothing but a dagger! People
had really
started to worship Gerrick when his dad died, Gerrick
was only 16. After his
dad's death, Gerrick was never the same.
He did things he wasn't proud of
like kill children and looting
houses. Gerrick was thrown in jail, and was
to remain there
forever. Well five days he had been locked up, when
Gerrick's
shackles clicked open. At first he took it as an illusion, but
it
wasn't he was free. Gerrick ran from his town never to return.
Gerrick knew
that he had just witnessed some of powers his father
always said the family
had. Gerrick is looking for answers on
this "gift" and how to improve them. 

Author:   
Gerrick        
Date:      Fri Sep 11 17:22:10
2009
Subject     Gerrick's new beginning

As a young
boy, I've always found knowledge gratifying. The more you
knew,
the more powerful you'd become. Well one day I was hunting in a
forest
when I saw the most peculiar thing! It was a glowing orb
of light. Right of
the bat, I took it as an illusion, but then it
started to come closer and
closer. I ran fast back to the
village, but all of a sudden I couldn't see!
I ended running
straight into a tree. I passed out after that. When I awoke,
I
was in a dungeon, and shackled to the wall. The smell of goblins
was thick
in the air. I tried to break free but it was no use.
Then a goblin came done
the stairs and stopped in front of me.
The goblin wore long robes that
dragged on the ground. He also
carried a staff. Right then, I knew that this
is the goblin that
has been setting fires around the village. I gathered all
my
strength, and lunged forward, pushing off the wall. I ran
straight into
the shaman as I burst free from the shackles. The
shaman being stunned, I
bolted out of there, but not before
grabbing the staff from the shaman. I
got out and ran home. When
I got there, people were muttering and pointing
at me in awe. I
looked at myself, and I was glowing. From that day forward,
I am
devoted to learn more about magic! 

Author:    Gerrick
       
Date:      Fri Sep 18 05:43:55 2009
Subject    
Gerrick's Disobedience

Meriele, Gerrick's master, had
told Gerrick to stay in the safety of the
wayreth tower. After
his last incident out, she didn't want him going out
again. "You
need to train more before you go out. Gerrick, you are
too
inexperienced," she had said. Gerrick knew there were
dangerous things
outside the tower, but like everyone youngin, he
had to check to see what
was out there that was so dangerous.
Gerrick had heard roars of what sounded
like a beast. He needed
to go check it out. So Gerrick ignored Meriele words
and went
into the beyond. At first everything was fine, until the sun
went
down; all sorts of noises could be heard. Each and every one
of them
frightened Gerrick. He tried to find his way back to the
tower, but he was
lost. Then all of a sudden there were rustling
leaves and snapping twigs
coming from the north. Then what
sounded like a growl. Gerrick tried to run
away from the
creature, but found he couldn't avert its gaze. It lunged
at
Gerrick, but not before a bright light blinded everything in
the area. Then
Gerrick was grabbed by someone and transported.
When Gerrick regained his
sight, Meriele was standing in front of
him hands on her hips and shaking
her head no. Gerrick knew she
was ashamed of him. Meriele then punished
Gerrick for doing such
a stupid thing. He was forced to clean out the
stables. Gerrick
grabbed the supplies and went to the stables. He first
tended to
grooming the horses, brushing and feeding them. Then it was
time
for the part Gerrick hated the most cleaning the feces.
Gerrick grabbed a
pooper scooper and started to clean it up,
putting the turds in a big
sanitation sack. Gerrick had to plug
his nose the whole time. Gerrick was up
late that night, he had
learned his lesson big time. He would not leave the
tower without
permission. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'