An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Morgion.

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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Morgion' scribed in dark blue ink.

Author:    Morgion        
Date:      Thu Sep  9
02:09:21 2010
Subject     [FWD] WAR ZOMG

The dark
forest was closing in on him.  At least, thats how it seemed 
to
Riverwind as he ran, following the rough path.  His hands were
sweating 
while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he
carried.  Sick, and 
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the
branches that snapped at his tall
frame.

He couldnt shake the
memories.  Death on black wings!  And those creatures...
he shook
his head as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as

he remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.  

A
noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and
his missed
 his step and fell, landing hard on the ground. 


Well, well, well.  What have we got here? A high, nasal
voice asked 
rhetorically.  A short man emerged from the forest,
flanked by two 
other men who held spears.

Look at that,
boys!  That staff looks right nice.  His tone hardened 
Howd
a plainsman come into such a nice staff?  Likely stole it, as
not.  
Probably a hefty reward for its return.  

Riverwind
clutched the staff, preparing to fight.  He looked to the side,

and saw more men emerging from the forest.  He knew he had to
act quickly.  
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching
one of the men in the stomach.  
The staff seemed to flare in the
dim lighting, and the man crumpled.  Again, 
Riverwind swung the
staff, this time cracking the head of another man 
who was trying
to flank him.  Then he ran.

He never saw the arrow that took
him in the back.  It rolled him over, and 
the shaft broke,
driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back.  He 
heard
footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision. 


There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have
avoided all 
of this.  Damn shame.  The man tried to pick up
the staff, but dropped 
it with a yell.  

Someone wrap that
damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.  
Well
have to find a good place to sell it.

And so, the blue
crystal staff was lost once more.
 
 
 
OOC: War is once
again upon the continent of Ansalon.  

For more information on
the rules please visit the wiki
page:

http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War


Author:
   Morgion        
Date:      Thu Sep  9 02:10:36
2010
Subject     A New Beginning

The dark forest was
closing in on him.  At least, thats how it seemed 
to Riverwind
as he ran, following the rough path.  His hands were sweating

while they gripped the staff of blue crystal that he carried. 
Sick, and 
delusional, he ran onward, heedless of the branches
that snapped at his tall
frame.

He couldnt shake the memories.
 Death on black wings!  And those creatures...
he shook his head
as he ran, more sweat breaking out on his forehead as 
he
remembered the horrors that he had seen in that place.  

A
noise, off to his right, caused him to flinch involuntarily, and
his missed
 his step and fell, landing hard on the ground. 


Well, well, well.  What have we got here? A high, nasal
voice asked 
rhetorically.  A short man emerged from the forest,
flanked by two 
other men who held spears.

Look at that,
boys!  That staff looks right nice.  His tone hardened 
Howd
a plainsman come into such a nice staff?  Likely stole it, as
not.  
Probably a hefty reward for its return.  

Riverwind
clutched the staff, preparing to fight.  He looked to the side,

and saw more men emerging from the forest.  He knew he had to
act quickly.  
He swung the staff in a horizontal arc, catching
one of the men in the stomach.  
The staff seemed to flare in the
dim lighting, and the man crumpled.  Again, 
Riverwind swung the
staff, this time cracking the head of another man 
who was trying
to flank him.  Then he ran.

He never saw the arrow that took
him in the back.  It rolled him over, and 
the shaft broke,
driving the head of the arrow deeper into his back.  He 
heard
footsteps and the short man leaned down into his vision. 


There now, if you had just handed it over, you could have
avoided all 
of this.  Damn shame.  The man tried to pick up
the staff, but dropped 
it with a yell.  

Someone wrap that
damn thing in a cloak or something and bring it along.  
Well
have to find a good place to sell it.

And so, the blue
crystal staff was lost once more.
 
 
 
OOC: War is once
again upon the continent of Ansalon.  

For more information on
the rules please visit the wiki
page:

http://ansalon.cmldesigns.com/wiki/index.php?title=War

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'