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 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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Mathios' scribed in dark grey 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.'