An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Karasu.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a private journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Karasu' scribed in brown ink.

Author:    Karasu         
Date:      Sat Oct  2 18:19:20 2010
Subject     Ones own path

Karasu 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 Karasu
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 Karasu 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.

Karasu 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 Karasu inside.

"Release me this instant!" demanded Karasu. Chuckling the man dropped him to
the floor, "Well he has spirit I like that." said the man. "Calm down Karasu
this is a friend of mine we have been waiting for you." Tyklo said. "Karasu
I would like to introduce you to Xanderel Autumnstar." Tyklo said motioning
to the man standing above Karasu. "Greetings Karasu our mutual friend here
says you fancy yourself a mage." "What business is that of yours you old
goat?" muttered Karasu. "KARASU 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?" Karasu 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 Karasu to dive to the floor. Looking up Karasu 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." Karasu reached up and took the old mans hand. Thus
began Karasu'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 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'