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 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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Morgion' scribed in deep 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.'