An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lidaiun.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lidaiun' scribed in rich orange ink.

Author:    Lidaiun        
Date:      Mon Dec 27 04:01:47
2010
Subject     Starting Anew

A warship cuts through the rippling
surface, creating waves of its own.
Oars row steadily to the drum beats, and
heavy grunts can be heard between
breaks. The canvas swells up from a strong
gust, propelling the body
forward; the Red Condor proudly pruning upon it.
Several horned figures,
grayed out by fog and distance, move about the deck. At
the prow, one
scrutinizes the coast, populated with boulders and foliage. As the
ship
glides by, another horned figures stirs from the undergrowth.

"Guess my
absence was noted." the minotaur mutters. Once sails are no longer
visible, she
emerges from the shadows. She shakes off leaves, twigs, and
large clumps of dirt
clinging to her once-white fur. Weeks of skirting the
search party has dyed the
albino a dark greyish brown. But the eyes remain
typically red. She shifts
slightly and an angle of light glances off,
emitting a flash of
brass.

Absentmindedly, Lidaiun touches the left horn where it's broken at the
tip.
Grimacing, she secures the leather straps of her armor, and layers
some
cloth to silence the chainmail around her waist. Steel plates welded to
her
forearms gleam dully as she clears a path through the brush. Lidaiun
comes
upon a crossroad; a sign points north towards Lacynos. Below the sigh
hangs
a weathered parchment. It's on to its last nail, positioned at a steep
angle
with one corner up. She peers at it, the worn lettering
reads
"M-E-R-C...A-R..Y...Adv..n..ure..For..ne...Tars..."

The minotaur assumes
the last part refers to Tarsis, a good several months
travel from Mithas. Well,
it's a start she shrugs. Keeping to the dense
growth and shadows off the main
road, Lidaiun continues north. A few hours
elapse and the Gates of Lacynos loom
in the distance. Armed guards can be
seen patrolling the towers and gates. First
things first, getting past the
guards... Then figuring how to acquire passage to
Palanthas. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'