An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Llewyn.

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 large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Llewyn' scribed in earth-colored yellow ink.

Author:  Llewyn
Date    Fri May 10 07:49:23 2002


Subject  Gauntlet of Orore 2




After telling the black robe I was after a stone tablet in the
same cache of
treasure as his gauntlet, we decided it would serve our causes
best if we went
together.Back at the campsite, I pondered how I would get the
gauntlet back
once he had ta Time passed as it usually does, evnetually
bringing us at the
entrance to the cave system that held the treasure. I bravely
offered to guard
the entrance, hopeful that they wouldnt really I HATED caves.
Unfortunately,
they saw right through me.

I was terrible. I started at ever little skittering, so much so
that
eventually I blasted the living hell out of a tiny lizard with
some fireballs.
This however, woke the green dragon that guarded the Gauntlet of
Orore

My claustrophobia, coupled with the waves of dragonfear,
paralysed me against
one of the cave walls. I am ashamed to say that I did not
participate in much
of the battle, other than attempt to bring down the stalagtites
on the dragons
head In a supreme show of will, I dashed across to the where
Blasken was
putting the gauntlet on. Unfortunately, we attracted the
attention of the
dragon Finally, I decided this was enough. I put my faith in my
power, and
gathered a tremendous amount of wild energy, letting it out in a
blast of pure
power, not knowing what would happen.

Just before the backlash knocked me out, I saw the immense dragon
turn into a
harmless flying monkey....

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.'