An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Grime.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 'Grime' scribed in rich brown ink.

Author:    Grime          
Date:      Wed Jun 27 01:45:05 2007
Subject     Ties of a tribe

Deep in the Khalkist Mountains Grime marches back and forth from a reascent
attack on an ogre tribe.  His brethren where up ahead of him on a the trail. 
Grime being the youngest adult in the bugbear tribe it was up to him to be back
guard seeing how he couldn't mess it up.  Moving though the rest another bugbear
quickly says a few word.  Finally he makes it back to Grime where he says
quickly " Grime big bug dead me take over tribe!"

Bearing his fang like teeth Grime lets out a challenging growl.  " Me be next
big bug!"  Grim says as he reach his hand back to his axe waiting for the other
to take his challenge or not.  The other bugbear lets out a laugh and look at
two other who grab there weapons from there sides.  " You no long be tribe you
banish" he sad as he slams his shoulder into Grime knocking him backwards.  As
Grim falls back he slams his head upon a rock knocking him self out.  The other
grow and hoot about what happen and begin to move on.

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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'