An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kreus.

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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kreus' scribed in vibrant brown ink.

Author:    Kreus          
Date:      Sat Feb 27
14:45:53 2010
Subject     A Call to Clerics of the
Light

A Call to Clerics of the Light I quietly took my
seat in the celestial
halls as the ministers began their morning
prayers. The meek and humble
priests were very welcoming,
teaching me new chants and how to summon the
power of the gods.
It was all very new to me, but the priest assured me that
I will
move up quickly in the clan; afterall, I was a quick learner. Day
in
and day out, I practiced with my prayer books to maintain the
level of
clerical wisdom that was expected of me. 

More
recently, I have been on a crusade to cleanse the earth of the
evil
that tarnishes Krynns precious glow. Rouge nights run
rampant and dark mages
infest the lands. Ive started on a mission
to go far and wide to recruit
clerics, paladins, and monks of the
light. This battle will not be easy, so
we must gather enough
power to ensure that our world does not succumb to the
plight of
evil. 

I worry sometimes however. We are suppose to be meek and
humble, which there
is no doubt that we are, but at the same time
we need strength to not only
deter enemies from attacking our
clan halls, but also spread the message of
goodness. Ive seen a
lot in my days as a member of the Holy Order, and I
foresee much
more to come. 

It behooves me to step up my level of involvement
with the Holy Order as both active recruiter and protector of our
kind.  We have lost many battles, but we cannot lose the war. 


Kreus, Curate of the Holy Order Light

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'