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 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 an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Karasu' scribed in brilliant blue 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 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'