An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Marcus.

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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Marcus' scribed in dull yellow ink.

Author:    Marcus         
Date:      Tue Mar  2 18:33:05
2010
Subject     Marcus 

Marcus's existence had been an isolated one;
he had cut himself off from
the rest of the civilized world upon learning of the
hostility that people
showed to those like him, and lived in the wilderness in
order to protect
himself from the aggression that people in cities and villages
displayed
upon learning of his 'talents.' From the time Marcus was young and
orphan,
he had resided alone excepting his friend and mentor, Morkyba Ayuriano.
He,
as well, possessed these abnormal abilities that people called
"magic"...but
he was, at the time, stronger than Marcus. He could spew forth
balls of fire
with a thought, turn himself invisible with a flick of his
fingers, gather
the wind and call forth powerful beasts, and summon bolts of
lightning from
the heavens above. Morkyba had told Maarcus that with time and
perseverance,
he, too, would be able to do these things; he had told him that
there had
been a time where many of the people of world had been "mages" and had
used
this "magic" to shape and create the land that was today. However, just
as
Marcus had reached the age that normal folk defined as
early-adulthood,
Morkyba had passed away. In the final hours of his life, he had
told him one
last story, about a land far across the Sea, where "magic" was
considered
not a curse but an Art; people like Marcus and him were respected.
With his
dying breath, Morkyba urged him to seek out this land. With nothing but
his
shunned powers, the clothes on his back and the last words of a
dying
friend, he traveled from the wilderness that he had called home all
those
years, and upon reaching the coastal city of Palanthas, began
inquiring
after a journey to look for that land. Such were the threads of his
destiny
woven, for an adventure beyond his wildest dreams awaited him at the
other
end of the Sea, an adventure that would entwine him in events much
larger
than his mortal mind could possibly begin to imagine... at the exact
moment
that Marcus passed through the city gates of Palanthas, the destiny
set
events in motion for this young mage that surely will change the way he
used
to see life 

Author:    Marcus         
Date:      Mon Apr
12 18:42:21 2010
Subject     Ladies go to heaven?

Marcus lounged there
within the shadows in his dark clothes. His nose and
mouth were briefly lit by a
struck of a sweet smell.

The streets in Palanthas were touched with a hint of a
coming cold night,
leaves skittered in the gutter, disturbed by the unnamed
things that
traveled there...

For a long time, though, the street had been
empty, that's why this spot,
this perfect spot, was chosen. So when death came
it would be lonely, swift
and silent.

It would go unremarked until the street
sweepers came in the morning, sleepy
from a night of dreaming about better
things and found the empty husk ready
for the grave.

Suddenly he heard it.
Footsteps and the sweet smell grew in intensity. Dark
thoughts came to Marcus
mind, his hands trembling a little with neither
excitement nor fear. He
meditated on the clarity of the moment or perhaps
there was a thread of regret,
or remorse, but perhaps not. 

The footsteps approached and finally Marcus could
find out where that
delicious sweet smell came from. The lady perhaps felt the
mist of the fog
enclose her and knew the menace in the shadow or this one would
be the last
she'd ever see. Her eyes darted into every dark doorway looking for
the
reaper who would gather her up in an icy embrace . Looking for the
bright
spark, the bark of a dagger, the bite of death and the draining away of
warm
life, of blood and hope and tomorrow. 

Her heart was slowly taken out from
her chest...

"This is going to make my master very pleased"

Marcus
grinned evilly...

Author:    Marcus         
Date:      Mon
Apr 12 23:10:28 2010
Subject     A young woman's death wish.

Marcus
put the lady's heart into a pouch to keep it fresh as he was
heading directly to
his next victim. He surreptitiously glided past
buildings in the dark shadows
without a sound, his black hood flaring in the
wind. He ran across the damp
fields, splashing up puddles as he sprinted
through the villageHis eyes
sharpened as if engaging a deep supernatural
vision. 

With his back low and
eyes sharp Marcus soon found himself on a dark alley
in the city of Caergoth
where once again an evil feeling invaded his mind
and body, this time his hands
were not trembling, the thought of slaying
again made him blushed of
satisfaction. His black cape flapping behind him
as a soft breeze elevated it
slightly. 

Marcus slipped out a dagger, gripping it tightly he stared directly
to a
young woman who apparently couldn't find her way home and started into a
run
and leapt up. The blade pointing directly in front of her. The young
woman
turned round suddenly and gaspedBut it was too late the blade had
already
sunk deep into her flesh. 

Blood oozed out and droplets splashed onto
the planked floor the young woman
man tried to scream but the assassin grabbed
his neck tightly and started to
utter words forcing the woman to convulse
horrifically.

Suddenly thick red fluid gushed out of his mouth and the wound,
his nerves
pumping and shaking. All of a sudden the woman's last breath softly
seeped
from her mouth and she collapsed to the floor silently... 

Blood
spattered hard against the wall behind him, his facial expression
turned to a
bland grimace, his eyes blurring cold blue before the victim
fell to the floor
in a heap. 

Marcus grinned with hatred as he stood up, his waxed boots echoing
as he
strode away, a grim shadow covering his face. 

"The Mission was
accomplishedI shall hurry to my master and deliver these
gifts to him" 

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.'