An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Invictus.

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 manilla folder on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Invictus' scribed in faded blue ink.

Author:    Invictus       
Date:      Thu Nov 13 01:59:11
2008
Subject     The end of the beginning

A dark figure sat upon a
rock overlooking a cold, windy valley near
Icewall. Opening a well-worn
leatherbound journal, he began to write in a
neat, practiced script.

Journal
entry: Soldai, 16 Sirrimont, 349 AC

The meeting with my mother went about
as well as could be expected. Her
affliction has worsened, and though she hides
the majority of her symptoms,
her lieutenants tell me they have noticed a marked
change in her
personality.

He paused and looked down into the valley below.
Figures wandered between
rows of neatly laid tents. Others sat eating near
campfires while others
still sparred in circles drawn into the ground. Two white
dragons lie
sleeping near a large command tent while a third sat nearby tearing
apart
some unfortunate animal. He picked up his pen and continued.

They also
told me of a training mishap in which one of her spells killed two
draconians
and injured a dozen others. When confronted with this she grew
angry and tried
attacking with me a fireball, which I easily dispelled. She
may have taught me
my first spell, but I am more than her equal now.

He smiled wryly as he
thought of that first cantrip. He was but 6 years old,
but he was so proud of
it. Two weeks later she dropped him off at a
Palanthian boarding school for
mages and he wouldn't see her again for 11
years. He sought her out and found
her employed in a mercenary army in
Anabansinia. Though he graduated at the top
of his class, she saw still
disdainful of his progress. That was twenty years
ago.

She continued on ranting and raving at me for a full hour until she
finally
grew tired and went to bed. I placed a velvet-wrapped package near her
bed
and departed the camp having learned a final lesson from my
mother:
Unchecked ambition and want for power can be fatal if not tempered
with
wisdom. Though she was a Highmaster in the Dragonarmies, she still
wanted
more. Her reckless pursuit of forbidden knowledge was to be her method
for
obtaining more temporal power here on Krynn. In the end, that pursuit
caused
her illness and cost her everything.

He looked up at the sky and
smiled. All three moons were in High Sanction.
Nuitari approved of his course of
action. Snapping the journal shut, he
stuffed it into a backpack and stood.
Casting a final glance down at the
valley, he spoke a few words and drew a sigil
in the air. He blinked out of
existance.

A massive explosion rocked the valley
below. Everything within it was
incinerated. 

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.'