An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Iris.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a worn folio on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Iris' scribed in unearthly green ink.

Author:    Iris           
Date:      Thu May  7 20:28:30 2009
Subject     A message from beyond.

If you can keep your head when all about you, Are losing theirs and
blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But
make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by
waiting, Or being lied about, not deal in lies, Or being hated, not give way
to hating, And yet not look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master, If you can think -- and
not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And
treat those two imposters just the same, If you can bear to hear the truth
you've spoken, Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the
things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with
worn-out tools, 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings, And risk it on one turn of
pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never
breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and
sinew, To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when
there is nothing in you, Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings -- nor
lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If
all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving
minute, With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -- Yours is the Earth and
everything that's in it, And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son! 

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.'