An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Karas.

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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Karas' scribed in rich blue ink.

Author:    Karas          
Date:      Sun Sep 12
07:43:42 2010
Subject     Finding ones own path.

Karas
was born on in the city of Lacynos his father Raxas was a member
of
the royal guard and large even by minotaur standards.Growing
up Karas unlike
his father showed almost no aptitude for martial
combat the only weapon he
seemed able to grasp even the most
basic use of was the dagger. From an
early age Karas was far more
interested in the study of magic but his father
forbade him from
pursuing the study of what he called a cowards way. 

Karas
refusing to give up his passion would save up money and start
sneaking
out at night taking trips into the market looking for
anything and anyone
that could help him learn. One night he got a
message from his friend Tyklo
at the magic shop as he reached for
the door of the shop he heard the voice
of his friend and another
he did not recognize talking. "Has the boy arrived
yet?" said the
stranger. "Not yet im afraid but worry not im sure he will
be
here." replied Tyklo. "Your certain he has the talent?" asked
the man "Yes
yes im sure of it he has great potential but is in
need of instruction."
said Tyklo. "Ah it seems our guest has
arrived." the man said before
throwing open the door and dragging
Karas inside. 

"Release me this instant!" demanded Karas.
Chuckling the man dropped him to
the floor, "Well he has spirit I
like that." said the man. "Calm down Karas
this is a friend of
mine we have been waiting for you." Tyklo said. "Karas I
would
like to introduce you to Xanderel Autumnstar." Tyklo said
motioning to
the man standing above Karas. "Greetings Karas our
mutual friend here says
you fancy yourself a mage." "What
business is that of yours you old goat?"
muttered Karas. "KARAS
SHOW SOME RESPECT!" Tyklo snapped. 

Laughing Xanderel said
"Thats quite alright my friend I like his fire."
Chuckling the
man said "Well young one lets see what you can do strike me
down
use your magic or are you afraid of a silly old goat?" Karas
growled
standing up he cast a magic missle spell at the man only
to watch in
amazement as the bolts of energy bounced of an
invisible shield and returned
the way they came forcing Karas to
dive to the floor. Looking up Karas saw
Xanderel smiling and
offering him a hand. "I will be leaving in the morning
if you
want to come along and learn how to properly use your power
your
welcome to come along." Karas reached up and took the old
mans hand. Thus
began Karas's apprenticeship to Xanderal
Autumnstar and the start of his new
life. 

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.'