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 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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Michael' scribed in dull black 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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'