An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Michael.

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 pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Michael' scribed in deep maroon ink.

Author:    Michael        
Date:      Wed Feb 11
17:51:01 2009
Subject     Destiny.

On the western
coasts of Solamnia, the morning mist rolled off the town
of
Gwyntarr. It was a small but industrial town; fishing and trade
were
excellent here. The people were good natured and courtesous,
Michael could
not recall any real trouble there. His Mother had
died during child birth
and he had no siblings. His Father was a
soldier, a man at arms for the
Local Lord. Although not as
prestigious as a Knight of Solamnia, his father
brought much
honor to the Warde family. He had fought, defended, and
served
with diligence. His father retired and gave Michael the
funds to move north
to the city of Palanthas, so that he might
fulfill his dream of becoming a
Knight of Solamnia. He didnt want
to fail, he needed to succeed. His father
deserved at least that.
He had been disheartened to leave his aging father
behind, though
the sentiment faded when he sailed in to the famed city
of
Palanthas. Before becoming too immersed in the splendor of the
city, he
prayed to Kiri-Jolith a prayer of temperance, to resist
enticement. He was
aware of the wiles the city might entice a man
with, gambling, carousing,
and woman. He kept his eyes on the
mark, and headed for the Solamnic Keep.
Exiting the harbor
Michael seen many shops and merchants selling their
wares, he
pushed through the crowds as quickly as he could,
trying
desperately to guard his pockets from little kinder hands.
He ask directions
from the citizens of the city, which though
curt were helpful. The Temple of
Paladine drew him in, perhaps a
short stop wouldnt hurt he thought eyeing up
the grand Temple.
After exploring the grounds and paying a visit to the
alter, he
left for the keep. Beggers had apparently shown up while he
was
praying, for the entrance was flooded with hard to do
commoners. He gave
alms to those he passed, pressing a copper
into each hand. He gave a great
sigh as he exited the grounds and
pressed on through the Imperial Square.
The Keep was quite
massive and spectacular in its own right. He stopped
to
appreciate the workmanship; the entrance was flanked by two
golded dragon
statues. Shaking his head in wonder he opened the
front doors and made his
way into the Grand Hall he was greeted
by a page. He explained that he was
here to enlist in the ranks
of the prestigious order of knights. The Page
brought him to a
waiting room and told him to wait till a knight could see
him.
Michael used the time to prepare his words, but his excitement
was such
that he couldnt form a complete sentence in his mind.
All the stories and
adventures he would undertake, all the
glorious battles, and honorable deeds
he would partake. His heart
was about the only thing racing faster and
wilder then his mind.
When a servant finally summoned him he forgot all he
had prepared
and simply took a deep breath and strode forth to his
destiny.
The knight he seen was brief with him, taking his name
and walking the keep
with him. He gave a basic tour and showed
him his room and gave his first
orders. To train, not quite the
grand induction he was expecting, but he
supposed he had to prove
his way. Apparently he was to be tested and tried
before any
formal induction was to take place. Destiny it seemed was
still
on the horizon. 

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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'