An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kilanthas.

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

Author:    Kilanthas      
Date:      Sat Jun  2 05:00:36
2007
Subject     Something strange in your neighborhood...

 As you
walk through the streets of Palanthas, you can't help but notice
that things
haven't felt quite right around the city lately.  All over town
strange and
unexplained things have been happening.  Brushing off these
notions as mere
paranoia, you reach your destination at the nearest tavern. 


No sooner have
you received your ale, than do you hear two elderly men
conversing near the back
of the bar.  

"I hear there's a man about town accepting any kinda work
offered to him"

"So what?  Lot's of guys will do whatever crappy jobs come
to them for a few
coins"

"No, when I say anything, I mean ANYthing murders,
robbery dark deeds of any
sort, work even mercenaries won't take"

This
conversation is unsettling as it reminds you of your previous thoughts.
You get
up to move to a further table and as you do so you hear a faint
laugh over your
shoulder.  Whirling around you see no one, but when you turn
back to grab your
mug, you find that your coin purse has been stolen.  In
front of you on the
table a very distinct "R" has been carved into the
table.  

Maybe those
rumors have some merit after all.  

Author:    Kilanthas     

Date:      Wed Jun  6 01:43:15 2007
Subject     Things that go bump in
the night....

 The next morning the streets of palanthas seem to hum
with conversation.  

"Did you hear?  "

"I saw it myself, or I wouldn't
have believed it"

"All that blood...  "

"They cut up his little girl
like that?  How awful!  "

Your curiosoity gets the better of you and you
finally ask a fruit-seller
what the news was, trying not to gag at the woman's
breath.  

"'ee didn't know?  The 'igh Guard's Daugh'er?  Ya know?  Watch
found 'er
today, throat cut like a pig she was, and none to say who done it. 
Found
'er with a great big blue R Painted on her chest.  "

Horrified,
you go about your business reflecting that perhaps moving to the
countryside
would suit you better.  

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.'