An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kinian.

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 tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kinian' scribed in glowing orange ink.

Author:    Kinian         
Date:      Mon Mar 10
18:35:54 2008
Subject     History

My story begins many
years ago as a little bundled infant, left on the
doorstep of a
forest cottage, a bastard child. Of course, I had no
inclination
of my half blood at the time, nor would I for several years.
The
cottage was buried deep in the woods and belonged to the best
parents I'd
ever know. Unbeknownst to me, but living with a
caring mother and father was
surely better than being ridiculed
as a half-breed. 

I was brought up to live in the forest. My
father taught me to hunt, trap,
and track. My mother taught me
the use of herbs and simple incantations to
assist me. I wasn't
magical, by any means, but she had a talisman that
helped
greatly. It quickly became quite obvious that I had some elven
blood
in me, as I aged much slower than I should have. In my
teenage years, I
looked like a young child. In my early adult
years, I looked like a young
teenager. The pattern repeated
itself until I questioned my parents, and
they revealed that I
was not their biological son. Surprisingly, it didn't
bother me
that I was orphaned and taken in. I would have had it no
other
way. Unfortunately, though, this news started me thinking
about the outside
world. I'd always lived in this same forest, in
this same cottage, in this
same room. My parents agreed with what
I proposed to them. It was time for
me to go out and forge my own
path. So, with my bow, dagger, and woodland
knowledge I set out.

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.'