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 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 dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Malmere' scribed in brilliant red 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.

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'