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 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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Karasu' scribed in dull green 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.

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.'