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 80. 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 pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Karas' scribed in faded maroon 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.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'