An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Leonius.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Leonius' scribed in bright white ink.

Author:          Leonius
Date    Fri Jun 30 19:34:54 2006
Subject  ---Hope Defeated---

It seems the Solamnic's are as petty as the Cataclysm would have
us
remember.  Palanthas, the jewel of Solamnia, is no longer the
shining
diamond I remember.  The crime and decadence that infests the
city
boils uncontained by the knights who care more for their own
appearances than thwarting evil.  The glorious Knighthood my
father
spoke of to me no longer exists, in its place is a hollow and
rotting
shell.  One Knight ruined my perception of the once glorious
institution: a Lord Knight by the name of Cormac.

Now the question of what to do with myself echoes in my mind.
Over my
shoulder is slung all that I have left of my family: my father's
fire-blackened armor.  In my mind's eye I still see the beautiful
rose, tarnished and dulled by the flames that consumed my past. 
One
thing pushes me forwards, a burning desire to bring justice to
the
ones who foully murdered my kin.  It's a desire greater than
myself. 
One I used to attribute to Kiri-Jolith, yet after seeing his
servants
I find myself in doubt.

I've lived long enough to know that criminals are a dangerous
type. 
The ones in Palanthas can be especially dangerous, and I'll need
someone to watch my back before I dig too deep.  I had hoped to
get
that help from the Knighthood.  No other organizations seem
likely to
help me in this matter: the rogues are as bad as the rest of the
criminals, I have no money for mercenaries, the conclave would
not
even bother to speak to me, and the wildrunners do not trouble
themselves with problems outside of their forest.  But perhaps I
have
one other choice...

All my life I've been taught to revile Takhisis and the evil she
represents, but rumours persist of an honourable knighthood that
has
formed around her.  I wince as I consider the possibility, the
armor
sack feeling especially heavy at this moment, but I know it may
be my
only option.  I whisper over my shoulder, "I'll give your
knighthood
one last chance father."  Looking towards the Solamnic's offices,
I
resolve to find the Grandmaster and speak with him before I let
my
path turn to "evil".

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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