An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Medea.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Medea' scribed in unearthly red ink.

Author:    Medea          
Date:      Sun Jun 21
07:14:50 2009
Subject     The Veil

The House of
Castlemore held Kalaman together.  
 
The city had a dread
history.  Before the Cataclysm, it had be the source of conflict
between Solamnia and the Empire of Istar.  The Castlemores kept
the city going during the Cataclysm.  Many a Castlemore  had held
the position of Governor.  
 
True, it wasnt the greatest city in
Solamnia, but Medea was proud of her familys achievements.  She
also felt the pressure to live up to such high standards.  

Most important to her was following the example of her father,
Auron Castlemore, who died defending the Castle Jochanan during
the Rebellion of Lemish.  Auron refused to raise his sword
against the peasant armies of Ragnell of the Sieges.  
 
For
that, Medeas father paid for his mercy with his life.
 
In truth,
such sacrifice was hard for Medea to understand.  When she
learned of her fathers fate, she blurted out that it was foolish
for a warrior not to fight.  She could hear her mothers response
in her head.  
 
Child, what do you know of honor and sacrifice? 
What do you know of the Measure?
 
As her mule stumbled its way
towards Palanthas, Medea kept thinking of her mothers words.  She
answered aloud, I know nothing.  She fingered her veil  a symbol
of mourning and a constant reminder that a wise person keeps
their mouth under control.  
 
Medea was alone.  She was on a
quest to find herself.  She had much to learn, much to live up
to, and much to avenge.

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.'