An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Nagroch.

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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Nagroch' scribed in brilliant green ink.

Author:    Nagroch        
Date:      Tue Aug 31
20:28:29 2010
Subject     Not only the strong
survive

Nagroch grins as he thinks back to his days in
the litter. Fighting for
every scrap of food thrown to the litter
and not being the biggest or
strongest meant having to using
cunning to survive.

The first time he killed still stood out in
his mind. She'd grabbed the last
scrap from his hands but being
smaller than all the other Nagroch could do
nothing then. He
waited till everyone was asleep and then moved cautiously,
making
sure to not wake any of the other. Grabbing a piece of bone that
had
been cleaned of the last bits of flesh and marrow he moved
closer to her.
Waving it under her nose she opened her mouth as
if to chew on a snack and
he carefully pushed the piece of bone
into her mouth and before she could
react shoved it as far down
her throat as he could. He moved back a safe
distance so her arms
couldn't grab him and he watched her choke, not able to
scream
out for help.

By the age of six the competition for food had
drastically reduced as more
than half of the litter had died in
various ways. The attrition rate for
this litter was higher than
normal but then Nagroch was not a normal ogre
child. Where others
relied on brute strength alone to survive Nagroch found
that
deception and coercion worked well.

By the time Nagroch was
ready to go out into the world and make a name for
himself there
was only him and Burglatch from their litter. Nagroch had
killed
almost half of the litter either on his own or by getting the
others
to kill for him before then killing or having them
killed.

It was at this time that a priest came to their cave and
asked to see the
litter. Looking over what remained of the litter
he smiled broadly and
pointing at Nagroch said "That one is
destined for greatness. He must come
with me" 

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.'