An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Konnor.

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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Konnor' scribed in rich yellow ink.

Author:    Konnor         
Date:      Tue May  4 02:08:41
2010
Subject     Discovery

Brushing aside ages of dust covering the
cobblestones, I found the one I
was looking for. Barely noticeable after so many
decades was a stylized rose
that was pressed into the stone so long ago. Pulling
my dagger, I wedged it
into the crack and pulled the story up, revealing a
hidden compartment.
Reaching down, I lifted out a leather satchel that bulged
with bound
parchment.

Several weeks later I sat at a tavern in Stone Rose,
reviewing the sheets
spread before me. In my grandfather's neatly scrawled
handwritting was
documentation showing our family lineage, tracing back to
before the
Cataclysm. I silently gave thanks to my father for hiding them in
our
family's ancestral home years ago. The chaos of the Age of Despair had
seen
our castle reduced to ruins many decades before I was born, but he
knew
where to place such a precious gift where I could one day find it.

Before
leaving Stone Rose, I visited the famous monument. My father had
always wanted
to make the pilgrimage there, so I left a single rose at the
base in honor of
his memory. Using the few coins I had I was able to
purchase a berth on a ship
bound for Palanthas, working a shift on deck to
pay for my meals.

Knowing that
there was a contingient of Knights in the city, I have come to
seek an audience
with Lord Railen, to submit my petition to become a
Solamnic Knight, and to
retake the heritage of my ancestors.

The harbor guard looked at me,
exasperated. "All I asked was what business
you had in the city. I didn't ask
for your life story."

Blushing slightly, I apologized as he waved me through
the gates and hurried
towards my destination. 

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 mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'