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 80. 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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghared' scribed in dark brown 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.'