An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raphael.

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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raphael' scribed in glowing black ink.

Author:    Raphael        
Date:      Fri Apr  2 01:39:08
2010
Subject     A sons Betreyal.

A young, handsome man walks through
the streets of Palanthas. Every once
and again he slices someones coin purse and
retrieves the coins from inside.
He strides down the road toward his families
manor. He wore a lose
sleeveless shirt and tight leather pants. A rapier hung
off his left hip and
he had various daggers on him. He was supposed to be at
school his father
put him in but the streets were more fun. He walks into the
gate of his
families estate and starts up to the steps. The doors burst open and
an
older muscled man, a few years older than Raphael came charging out of
the
door. "Raphael! You went too far!" 

He yells as he draws his broad bladed
sword and swings at Raphael, who
easily jumps back out of the way, his rapier
whistling out if its sheath.
"Why whatever are you talking about Brother
dearest?" He says with a grin
and flourishes his rapier. "You know damn well
what I mean Raphael. You made
a fool of me for the last time!" Marcus yells as
he charges again, swinging
his sword at Raphael again. Who easily dodges the
blade and dances away from
Marcus, leaving a light cut on the big mans
arm.

Marcus bellows again and charges. Raphael spins past Marcus and in the
same
motion draws a dagger. He stabs Marcus in the side as he charges past
him
and watches as he falls to his knees, holding his side. "You should of
known
you are no match for me, Brother Dearest. You are fat, stupid and
quite
ugly. Good bye." He says as he grabs a handful of his brothers hair
and
lifts his chin up, placing the edge of his rapier against his brothers
neck.
Two guards come crashing out of the door way, followed by an old
man,
walking with a cane. The guards rush down the stairs and Raphael
grins
before quickly jerking the rapier across his brothers neck and
jumping
back.

For being so young, Raphael was quite good with his Rapier. He
was fast and
light on his feet, easily dancing around the guards, inflecting
small wounds
on them before finally finishing them. Sighing disdainfully, he
crosses his
hands behind his back, his rapier dripping blood as he walked toward
the old
man. "Well, Father?" The old man shakes his head. "You are a
disgrace
Raphael. Get out of my sight." He says, glaring at his son. Raphael
frowns
with mock regret, then his rapier flashes through the air and blood
erupts
from his fathers neck.

"Have a care, Ol Chap. You seem to be bleeding."
He says cheerfully as he
pushes the old man down the stairs and walks into the
house. Within minutes
the City Guard march into the house. One of the windows on
the second floor
burst open and Raphael comes flying out of it into a tree. He
deftly moves
through the tree and leaps into the roof of a near by house, all
the while
laughing gaily. He stands on the roof of the house for a moment and
then
turns into the shadows, where he would be accepted. 

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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'