An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kerrok.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kerrok' scribed in vibrant orange ink.

Author:    Kerrok         
Date:      Thu Jan 15 03:43:45 2009
Subject     New Beginning

Standing at the rail of the ship, the silver haired elf awaited his older
brother. This was his first time seeing a ship, or the ocean for that
matter. He had stayed in the forests, hunting and enjoying nature whilst he
could. Yet now he is of age, and his brother is off to war. So he
accompanied him on his quest. Hoping to see glory, and combat. As his
brother came aboard the ship and began to talk to the Captain, Kerrok leaned
over the rail and took one last look at his home as it faded away. Looking
forward, Kerrok looks out at the vast ocean, and begins to wander what is in
store for him and his brother Thus begins Kerrok's Journey, into a new
world. 

Author:    Kerrok         
Date:      Fri Jan 16 05:22:46 2009
Subject     Wilds

 Kerrok looked out among the forest, spotting the Deer through the bole
of a tree, he fitted an arrow to his bow. Letting the arrow fly, the deer
staggered to the ground. "Chislev, forgive me for taking the life of this
creature," he prays as he slit s the dying deer's throat. Wiping the blade
clean on the ground, he picked up the deer and set off at a jog back to his
tribe.

Later that night, after the deer had been prepared, Kerrok sat next to
Hilcaia, his brother, and his Leader. "What is on your mind dear brother?
Looking over Hilcaia he notices the troubled expression on his elder
brother's face. "Little brother, war is brewing. Great armies of men and
other foul creatures are massing." Shock spread over Kerrok's face at the
news," how did you hear of this?" 

Looking over to Kerrok he tells him of a Qualinesti elf arriving ealier
whilst he was hunting, bearing word of the War. Sighing, Kerrok looks to his
brother," what does that mean for you my brother?"

Looking over to his silver haired brother, Hilcaia sighs and stands," that
means I must depart for Qualinesti to see where I can be of service."
Without a second thought Kerrok stands beside his brother, face resolute,"
then I shall come with you, you'll need me to watch your back."

Hilcaia grinned at the eagerness of his younger brother," to be so young,"
nodding to his brother," fine then, you shall accomany me, though the road
will be dangerous, I will feel safer with you at my back."

Agreeing with one another, both brothers depart for the night, Kerrok eager
for the adventure ahea, and Hilcaia preparing for war. 

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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