An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kryonara.

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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kryonara' scribed in rich brown ink.

Author:    Kryonara       
Date:      Fri Jun  5 18:24:33 2009
Subject     A New Beginning

After many years he was returning to his city of birth, Solace. The many
years travelling with his parents, although letting him learn about foreign
countries and cultures, had left a large gap in the studies of his true
calling. He'd hated the endless weeks cooped up in a city while his father
made deals and argued policy with his human counter parts.

He remembered the early years as the son of a Noble, a low level diplomat
not yet distinguished enough to deal with the Capitals, visiting other
nobles he was always allowed to go where he pleased and when in castles or
on estates spent a lot of time with the woodsmen and hunters that patrolled
the estates and put fresh meat on the feast tables. 

As his fathers eminence as a diplomat grew he was more often posted to large
cities. In contrast to the wonderful time he enjoyed when in the country
side human cities where the bane of his existence. Thousands of people
packed closely together never venturing out into the wilderness beyond.
Often the nearest piece of natural land was days of travel through farm
land.

And so as his father received news that once again he was to be posted to a
large city to over see trade negotiations Kryonara decided it was time to
head of on his own and seek his own destiny. He declared to his parents that
he was going home to Solace where he would forge his own destiny.

And so he found himself in Solace his home town and yet foreign to him. He
was determined to make it own his own without the help of his father or the
family name and so stayed out of the political arena but did sign up to help
the town watch. 

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.'