An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ghared.

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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghared' scribed in dark yellow ink.

Author:           Ghared
Date    Sat Dec  3 09:51:29 2005
Subject  Shao 

The cleric Makarth and I planned an attack.  A monk was to be the
victim 
this time.  Standing in the open, I brought the monk to us after
speaking 
words of prayer.  He arrived confused, seizing this oppurtunity I
threw rose 
petals and the confusion in his eyes dissapated.  At once, I
wrecked his 
body with maladictions and watched with a smile as he fell to his
knees, 
weak and helpless.  My hand found its way to my mace, I lifted it
and 
brought it down upon him.  The charm lifted and the monk
staggered to get to 
his feet, laughing at the sight, I watched as he struggled to
flee.  I 
walked slowly, not wishing to exert any effort in giving chase
and to allow 
the monk to fully absorb his untimely fate.  It ended with mercy
however, as 
the sounds of boots and loud cries rang high in the air.  Once
more, I 
lifted my mace and brought it down upon him.   

Author:    Ghared         
Date:      Thu Dec 11
09:07:31 2008
Subject     Intervention

A whisper rose
above the dark stillness and silence.

"You are a fool...even
though the light of the morrow is destined to
overcome the
darkness of this night, the light can only hold its breath
in
fear. In fear of their foresight of the shadows that lurk deep
within the
earth, only revealed as the light basks in its
certainty of glory and hope
to come. The essence of light breeds
ignorance and the dreams of
infallibility then come hand in hand.
They provide us with a breeding
ground; their happiness feeds our
souls with envy ...I long to extend this
retched hand to one that
does not comprehend this fear." With a snarl, the
soft whisper is
betrayed by a light growl...

"Look into my eyes, do you
understand of what I speak....Appear as no other
would, flesh and
bone rotten, fallen sinews and wrinkled skin... feed me
your
anguish and hopelessness."

A sharp cry rings out and malignant
sounds of bodily desecration are barely
audible over the shrill
cry to the pantheon of all gods...then silence.

The surronding
space seemed hardly inhabited; dust covered the walls and
earth
of this cove in the mountains near Sanction. A sliver of light
made
its way by the last bend of the tunnel that was the last to
bear witness to
the dragging of a bounded man. At the threshold
of the cove, the lights
reach ended short, illuminating the area
only a few feet away of the dark
figure that lay sprawled
opposite. The figure lay motionless across the
narrow space. A
smell of putridity and rot slowly lifted itself to mingle
with
the musky, dusty air.

A man gasps out a series of shivers and
moans, his gasps only exacerbated
with the wheezing noises
arising from his lungs in a rhythmic fashion.

"How useless are
these guards now a days, simply pawns of their highlords,
none
without a single mind to commit actions that tell otherwise. This
calls
for greater interference, but one must be cautious. Many
are on the trail,
they have picked up the foul scent of evil in
this mysterious dagger, and
now the lapping tongues are on their
way.

Suddently, a shape stirs the serenity of the dust; sounds
of flapping
sandals can be heard echoing their departure.


Author:    Ghared         
Date:      Thu Dec
11 09:26:35 2008
Subject     The First Interrogation: The
Search for the Knife of Darcart

A whisper rose above the
dark stillness and silence.

"You are a fool...even though the
light of the morrow is destined to
overcome the darkness of this
night, the light can only hold its breath in
fear. In fear of
their foresight of the shadows that lurk deep within the
earth,
only revealed as the light basks in its certainty of glory and
hope
to come. The essence of light breeds ignorance and the
dreams of
infallibility then come hand in hand. They provide us
with a breeding
ground; their happiness feeds our souls with envy
...I long to extend this
retched hand to one that does not
comprehend this fear."

With a snarl the soft whisper is betrayed
by a light growl..."Look into my
eyes, do you understand of what
I speak..Appear as no other would, flesh and
bone rotten, fallen
sinews and wrinkled skin...feed me your anguish
and
hopelessness."

A sharp cry rings out and malignant sounds of
bodily desecration are barely
audible over the shrill cry to the
pantheon of all gods...then silence.

The surronding space seemed
hardly inhabited; dust covered the walls and
earth of this cove
in the mountains near Sanction. A sliver of light made
its way by
the last bend of the tunnel that was the last to bear witness
to
the dragging of a bounded man. At the threshold of the cove,
the lights
reach ended short, illuminating the area only a few
feet away of the dark
figure that lay sprawled opposite. The
figure lay motionless across the
narrow space. A smell of
putridity and rot slowly lifted itself to mingle
with the musky,
dusty air.

A man gasps out a series of shivers and moans, his
gasps only exacerbated
with the wheezing noises arising from his
lungs in a rhythmic fashion.

"How useless are these guards now a
days, pawns of their highlords, none
without a single mind to
commit otherwise, this calls for greater
interference, yet one
must be cautious. Many are on the trail, they have
picked up the
foul scent of this mysterious evil dagger, now..the
lapping
tongues are on their way."

Suddently, a shape stirs the
serentiy of the dust; sounds of flapping
sandals can be heard
echoing their departure. 

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.'