An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kiania.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kiania' scribed in red ink.

Author:    Kiania         
Date:      Fri Oct  5 17:32:08 2007
Subject     [FWD] Kiania background

[FWD Note] - [ 69] Kiania: Kiania background
[FWD Date] - Tue Oct  2 21:17:23 2007
[FWD To  ] - all [Original to:] mercenary
[FWD List] - story


Kiania stares at the setting sun and quietly cries to herself.
With no rain for months, the time had finally come to leave her home.
She looks down one more time at the barren field, that was once
a bountiful garden.  Kiania stares up at the sky and speaks in a clear voice, 

"My home is forsaken, the seeds are gathered, a new path I will seek."

She grabs a large pouch of seed and begins her walk down a dusty road.
Stomach rumbling, Kiania quickens her pace in search of food.
In the distance she hears a piercing howl, and it can only mean trouble.

"If I get out of this alive, I'll plant the most wonderful garden."

*Crunch*    *Crunch*

High up in a tree, a dark form is crunching on a bone and staring
down at Kiania.  Goosebumps begin to form on Kiana's arms and she
starts to run at full speed away from the grotesque being.

**CRUNCH**

Kiania heard that final crunch and then everything faded to black.
She's limp, barely breathing, and the attacker moves in for the kill.
The beast opens it's mouth wide, it's sharpened teeth ready for a bite.
By her side, a bag begins to shake and glow.  The creature is
startled and quickly runs off, leaving Kiania to bleed alone.

Several hours later, she awakes to pain, cold and hunger.  But she is alive.

"My body is beaten, the memory is planted, revenge I will seek."

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.'