An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Malmere.

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 on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Malmere' scribed in faded white ink.

Author:    Malmere        
Date:      Tue Jul  1
04:08:06 2008
Subject     Paladine's Blessing

A small
human man wandered around Palanthas, wearing a soft
white
Priest's outfit he had found outside the tower of the High
Clerist. Slowly
he walked down Ruby Street towards Steel, his
destination the local Cleric's
guild where he hoped to learn abit
more of the minor healing touch he
learned he was blessed with
years earlier. Upon finding his destination, the
young human man
was distraught to find the guild closed for the
evening.
Disheartened, but guided by his lord Paladine, the man
decided to rest in an
alley across the street for the night.


Huddled in a corner that night, two dark strangers approached
the aspiring
cleric. Thieves, footpads, however you phrased it
these men wanted his
money. Scared, cold, and half asleep the man
staggered to his feet only to
reveal to the muggers that he had
no money, only the blessing of his lord
and the minor skills in
healing. Displeased, the muggers pulled a knife on
the man and
seemed intent on murdering him. As the taller man of the
two
approached a bright blinding light began to glow from a small
diamond that
hung from a necklace around the young cleric's neck.


This light eminated powerfully throughout the corner and light
up the
alleyway entirely. The two robbers, scared and thrown off
from their plan
ran from the alleyway leaving the follower of
Paladine to his blessings.
Relief poured over the mans face as he
realized he would be able to survive
the day. Sweat dripped from
his brow as he looked over towards the guild of
clerics. A short
stocky dwarf was unlocking the door, and the sun suddenly
shed a
single beam from over the building that stood at the end of
the
alley. Morning had come, and the man would find sanctuary
within the guild. 

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.'