An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Mathios.

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 miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Mathios' scribed in deep purple ink.

Author:    Mathios        
Date:      Tue Mar 18
00:12:02 2008
Subject     Humble Beginnings

On the
hills just outside of Palanthas, a black figure stares down
at
unsecure farmlands muttering to himself. "An excelent
beginning, yes, the
master will be pleased." From his robe he
produces a small pot, some strange
herbs, and a few glass jars.
Uttering a small prayer, the pot fills with
water sent from the
master. "For you," the figure solemnly speaks as he adds
the
herbs to the water. "the city will suffer for you." 

Setting a
small fire and placing the pot over it to boil, he turns his
face
from the fumes knowing he is fully susceptible to the toxins
himself. He
catches a glimpse of the great fields and grins.
Visions of his master's
future for the city, a desolate ruin
wherein no life other than the creeping
death of disease remains
dance in his head, and he revels in it for hours-
mindlessly
preparing the toxic stew.

Filtering the brownish substance one
last time, he chuckles to himself, and
fills the vials, placing
each carefully in a pouch on his belt. Vials safely
stored, he
walks... slowly... carefully, avoiding all detection, he
slips
into the fields of Palanthas... 

With systematic
dilligence, he adds his poison to the animal's
feed,
remorselessly adding every drop he can to each farm's
stores. Content with
his work, he grins wickedly and slips from
the field back into the city.
There, he waits, watching for the
fruits of his labor to bloom. 

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.'