An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Iolo.

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 beautiful hard bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Iolo' scribed in glowing brown ink.

Author:    Iolo           
Date:      Thu May 27
01:57:15 2010
Subject     Iolo's Start

Deep within the
ground under Thorbardin, Iolo had always lived well.
Within the
complex society of the Thiewar, he was able to always be
"ahead"
of those who would try to undercut him. He, like his
brethren, had always
had an innate ability to take advantage of
the divine and arcane. He was
well on his way through gathering
power and prestige before being seduced.
On his way to eliminate
some competition from an opposing Thiewar clan, he
was moving
through some of the less frequented tunnels in
Thorbardin.
Walking within the very narrow corridors, he kept an
eye both in front and
behind him. A hand reached out from the
darkness, taking Iolo by surprise!
His normally attuned eyes
would have been able to see any assailant that
would attack. The
cold sharp pain dulled his skin and pulled him down with
ease.
With this, another hand clutched his right leg, keep him
pinned.

The sounds of screams could be heard as a darkness
shuddered from the cold
stone floor. A half rotting corpse of
what appeared to be a dwarf shambled
towards him. Its maw was
agape and mouthing words that would not come. Its
eyes were
sunken and putrescent white as it shifted and shambled. It
stopped
in front of the dwarf.

A voice echoed within Iolo's
head, "You have much potential within you..."
Unable to
respond, he just stared directly within the creature's
eye.
"However, I see you desire to keep your power and not let
someone take it. I
can make this happen. I can give you what you
need. But I need something
from you. If you agree, I will teach
you the path to eternal life."

Pondering on this and not
wanting the creature to devour him if he refused,
he calculated
that this turn of events could work in his favor. A price
always
must be paid if you gained something. This was the Thiewar way.


"I will except, " stated Iolo slowly.

"Good....good!"
stated the voice. The creature shambled forward placing a
life
siphoning hand upon Iolo's chest. "You are Ours!"

Darkness
enveloped the dwarf. Hours, days, weeks may have passed, Iolo
did
not know. He just knew some time had passed. He was no longer
in Thorbardin,
but on the outskirts of a human city within the
darkness of night.

"Where be I?" questioned Iolo.

"You
are where you can begin your training. Do as I say and you will
be able
to gain the power you seek." stated the same voice from
before. Iolo looked
down at his clothing and found that he was
not wearing his normal clothing.
He had a tattered grey clothed
robe on and instead of the normal dagger on
his belt, a mace made
of bone hung on his hip. "Enter the city and begin
your
path." 

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 mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'