An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Iounus.

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 metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Iounus' scribed in glowing blue ink.

Author:    Iounus         
Date:      Tue Nov 14 17:47:42 2006
Subject  Journal of Iounus, Entry I

I stumbled out of the mountains that I had wandered in for what
seemed to
me like years.  My clothes in tatters and my boots nothing but a
pair of
dreams.  My life had taken a turn ever since I had met her.  She
came into a
dream, offering that which I desired the most, power.  She had
promised me
this power on one condition, I was to kill my father, a solamnic
noblesman. 
I agonized over the decision for days finally, one night I
decided.  My
logic seemed clear, ever since that chance meeting with a mage,
when it was
first revealed to my family and I that I was gifted with magic,
my father
had acted cool and aloof from me.  Often times hindering me from
becoming a
mage.  No matter how many times I swore to serve only Lunitari
and be a
white robe he stood in my way, finally the vengeful,
power-huyngry part of
my mind won.  I crept to the armory to get a dagger, silent as a
wrath. 
Once I had fetched the dagger a went to my parent's room, as I
crept up to
my father's part of the bed I hesitated, many years of him by my
side and
supporting me flashed, but they were meaningless to my twisted
mind.  With a
quick slash and a slight sigh from my father it was over.  Then
my mind was
consumed with a surge of remorse, choking back tears, I ran.  I
ran from my
house, my home, my family....  My whole life, but she promised me
a life
anew.  That night as I went to sleep she came to me again, but
this time she
wasn't cloaked in mystery, she revealed herself, Takhisis, Queen
of
Darkness.  I was shocked, I woke up and as I continued onward to
Neraka, I
wept.  

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.'