An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Leela.

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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Leela' scribed in light brown ink.

Author:    Leela          
Date:      Sat Jun 28
23:51:49 2008
Subject     Night Chills.

The nightime
has fallen, and with it the nightmares. She doesn't remember the
last time 
she slept a full night. When her eyes close she smells
the smoke, the blood. She hears
the cries. The fallen are
imprinted into her vision. The family she once had. That are no

more. 
Their innocence shattered before her eyes. 
She fought
them until she could fight no more, her body torn. Her soul
shattered.
She never asked why. For everything has a reason. The
gods are not one to curse
or blame. She was left behind for a
purpose. A purpose not shown to her. 
She wonders if anyone was
left. So many where taken, but someone has to be left?
She closes
her eyes to sleep that will never come. She waits. 
The answer
will come......

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 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'