An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Phydius.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap 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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Phydius' scribed in glowing yellow ink.

Author:          Phydius
Date    Thu Dec  8 21:08:45 2005
Subject  Phyd's Journal, Day One

Thought I should pick up a quill, some ink and paper and start a journal 
to keep track of things so I can tell them to others later.  I see lots of 
interesting stuff worthy of tales.  And tomorrow is looking to be a whopper 
of a tale in the making.   
 
Heh, this first journal entry could be my last as well.  Just to let you 
know, I am at this moment sitting atop the battlements of Kalaman looking 
out at the deep dark night and the vast hoste of campfires twinkling in the 
darkness.   
 
The Solamnic Knights are standing tall, proud and ready for the impending 
battle.  They have trained all their lives for this moment and they seem 
confident and defiant, impressive really given the odds.   
 
Hard to say but the forces of the Dark Lady have been arriving for quite a 
long time.  I've been penned up in this city for far too long already 
because of them.  Pretty inconsiderate of them really to hog up all the 
roads.   
 
In short, though it is difficult to ascertain with any degree of accuracy it 
is painfully obvious that the defenders here are vastly outnumbered, to say 
the least.  I'm not certain but I think I even saw a dragon gliding along 
very high up.   
 
By this time tomorrow things will be different.  The dead might outnumber 
the living, and depending on what sort of dark clerics She has sent maybe 
the undead will outnumber everyone.   
 
Not a pleasant thought but it does beg the question, what would the undead 
do with a city once they had it ?  They don't eat or sleep, so they don't 
need inns.  Hmm.  I'll have to think about that more sometime.   
 
I hope these Knights are up to the task.  It will be a dark day tomorrow.  
I've become friends with a good many of them.  I know I'll get through it, I 
always do somehow, but I'll mourn their loss.   
 
I'll sign off here.  Hope to write another entry soon.  If not, well, then 
maybe I didn't make it and I'm walking the Last Road Home.   

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.'