An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kalawax.

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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kalawax' scribed in vibrant purple ink.

Author:    Kalawax        
Date:      Sun Mar  8
20:59:40 2009
Subject     A hard road.

Deep within
Thorbardin Kalaman was working in his chamber one late
night,
when one of his experiments went wrong. His work was on a
new being to help
him in his work, yet someone else was in his
chamber. Many with in the
thiewar tunnels knew what kalaman was
capable of doing many saw there chance
to be rid of this problem
and placed items among his work station filled
with plague and
other vile sickness . With out thinking he reached into
his
components for what he needed in his work. As the night went
on more and
more he grew weaker and he felt as if he was on fire.
After he finally
finished his work an his humoncial was finished
slowly fell to the floor of
his work shop with a burning fever.
He started seeing many things though a
fever dream that took him
and he curse and screamed as the sickness took
him. With his last
breath he swear to any god who would hear him to give him
life to
finish his work. One god answered him, one god who told him
what
must be done and how he can live if he pledged his life to
his way. With out
a thought he swear his life to live.


Author:    Kalawax        
Date:      Fri Mar
13 17:25:06 2009
Subject     Growing fear's 

Deep in
the thiewar section of Thorbardin Kalawax moves back and froth in
his small chamber he claimed as his own personal study.
Slowly he
paced back and forth on the glass like floor. " This is taken too
long , No no i mustn't rush cant let them know. yes let them
know" back and forth he argued with him self.
Slowly he stops and
a grin slowly forms on his face." yes yes this will do nicely."
Slowly he gathers papers and stuff from his chamber. Opening the
door he moves with out thought or plan down along the dark
streets.
Slowly he opens the door to another building and slowly
walks in. There before him a group of Thiewar talking among them
self. Slowly he makes his way among the other who nod and him .
"
It nice to see you finally came to the meeting Kalawax, have you
plan on aiding on are plans to be rid of the Hylar finally?" An
elder Thiewar says softly. " You can say that i have, what are
the plans father?"
Kalawax grinned at his father who grinned at
the rest of the group before he talked again.  Long into the
night the group talked back and forth slolwy let things slip
about there plans to him. 
 
As the meeting grew to a close
Kalawax  moved back along the street moving deeper into the
darkness of section of his own chambers. Softly he whispered a
prayer to his god that the plans have started and soon his will
would be spread.

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.'