An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Melody.

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 large tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Melody' scribed in glowing red ink.

Author:           Melody
Date    Wed Dec  7 04:57:56 2005
Subject  Grief of a Rose


Falling Waterdrops...   
Tainted with saline sorrow...  
Loneliness in crystal clarity.  
*Posh!  * *Posh!  *
Chaotic eruptions on the liquid mirror.  
- - -
 - A M o m e n t F r o z e n I n T i m e - 
 - - -
Blurry...  
Impenetrable liquid tainted with tears.  
   ...  Fluctuation ...  
Obscure within the ripple A face torn with grief and concern. 

   ...  Stillness ...   
      ...  
         ...  My own...  
 - - -
 Outside, the sounds of stones sliding across parchment.  
Each stone, a life or...  Ten.  
 - Non-distinct Voices- 
 The screaming of charcoal across parchment.   
...  S i l e nce...   
A game of chess played with lives...  
The players, unlike the pawns they move across the board - 
flesh.  
 Outside, ambition and lethal determination fills the air.  
Roaring flames
and creaking wood...  
Virgin trebuchets lusting for the first night of 
Blood.  
 - - -  I close my eyes and wipe my face.  
A breath taken from the depths of my soul.  
 ...  Still Serenity...  
Roads diverged in a wood converge this night, And my words will
cause and sever 
the ones before and under my command.  Roads of flesh and
blood___ like my 
own.    

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.'