An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kalrakin.

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 'Kalrakin' scribed in glowing black ink.

Author:         Kalrakin
Date    Tue Oct 25 17:23:52 2005
Subject  Kalrakin Anovenax

"Get him!!...  You'll regret this you DOG!  You'll regret the
day you 
took advantage of my daughter."   Said Thirgian Mordinlin as he
directed his 
guards towards the fleeing young man.  Kalrakin ran as fast as he
could 
across the house, down the stairs and towards the main door. 
Damn...  
Guards.  He turned and ran past a startled servand and jumped
across a 
closed window out into the patio.  His arms were full of cuts
from the 
glass, but he stll managed to continue into the stables, where
Thirgian's 
prized stalion was kept.  "Nice...  Come on luv, let's you and
me take a 
little stroll together" He mounted the stalion and made it past
the front 
gate, before the angry merchant or his guards even came out the
house's 
front door.  As he rode out he promised himself, he would never
take a 
lady's invitation to come to her bedroom unless he was sure her
father, or 
husband for that matter, was away, FAR away.   
 
 
 
Knowing he would not be very welcome in Tarsis after that little
evening's 
escapade, Kalrakin rode off into the desert, heading eastwards
towards 
Sanction, intending to go past it to Neraka.   
 
As he reached Neraka he found that war was brewing in this part
of the 
world, they seemed to be in need of fresh troops, and well..... 
He HAD been 
taken to the church of Takhisis at a very young age....  Perhaps
this was 
his Queen's way of showing she wanted his hand in her armies for
this war.  
And he did need a job, and food.  Yes the trip had been long, he
needed 
food.   

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.'