An Aesthetic shows you to the private room of Keraz.

THUD!!!

Everything goes dark.

You wake as the world keeps rocking back and forth, it seems you've fallen and were put on the deck of a small craft in the Palanthas harbor. A small desk in the corner bears a fairly new book reading...

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Keraz.

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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Keraz' scribed in unearthly maroon ink.

Author:    Keraz          
Date:      Fri Sep 26
19:02:12 2008
Subject     Keraz Ohn Koraf

Keraz was
born a bastard, his mother a Kazelati and his father unknown
to
him. Even as a young boy his mother had forbade him to ask of
his sire and
would quickly hush his queries.

His quiet life in
the village on Nethosak had been shaken one day when he
spied a
small ship perched partially upon the shoals, not a stones
throw
from the beach. He was young and proud, having no need for
an elder to help
him and strode out into the surf. The tides were
low so he had no problems
climbing across the shoals as they were
quite exposed.

'The captain must have been a fool to not see the
shoals gleaming brightly
as the surf burst into bubbles around
them' he muttered as he carefully
surveyed the scene. With a
quick burst of impetuous youthfulness, Keraz
landed upon the deck
of the floundering craft and began to look for
survivors.

After
a few moments he dawned the realization... the ship was adrift,
how
had he not felt the shift? His uncle would surely never let
him hear the end
of this.

The usual creaking of wood and
slapping of the gentle waves upon the hull
came to him, but there
was another sound... snoring?

Keraz quietly opened the hatch of
the small vessel and looked into the dimly
lit cabin below. A
figure was there sleeping on the bed, although it's rest
seemed
different to the young bull. The breathing was too even. So he
shook
the man, an older human wearing white simple robes, but had
no success with
waking him.

'Wake up you old... uh' Keraz
pondered, what do you call a human again?

Then with a lurch, the
small ship tipped and just as quickly righted itself.
The old man
rolled into the headboard and made a loud cracking sound.
'Ouch,
that one will leave a mark!' thought Keraz.

'OOOPH!!' the
old human cried, then glanced about himself hurriedly and
spied
the young bull watching him intently. 'Where is this place young
one?'
the man asked with a gentle demand.

'Nethosak..' the bull
began, still in puzzlement of the situation.

'Ah, yes, and the
year?' the man continued, baffling the youngster with
his
nonchalant demeanor.

'Um... 349, Month of the Phoenix....'
Keraz began.

'By the glare of Solinari... I've lost so much
time!' the old man winced,
then continued 'Can you sail?'. At the
snort of the incredulous young bull
he realized his error... of
course this young minotaur could sail, as easily
as most could
walk.

'Good, then we have a long voyage ahead of us young one!'
he exclaimed with
a grin.

'But, I can not just leave like that!'
the young bull exclaimed with a
start.

'Oh, but we already have'
explained the man as he fumbled with a small
pouch. 'By the way,
have I told you the story of Huma?'

The young bull puzzled for a
moment, then remembered out loud 'Kaziganthi's
follower? Hey, my
mother had a book like this one' his thoughts quickly
turned as
he saw the binding of a nice tome.

'Qpabraw dudasabru' the old
man uttered quietly and handed a small rose
petal to the young
bull. 'We must sail now young one, I will see how much
she taught
you as we go... and this time...'

Keraz. 

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.'