An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rhibbl.

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 leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rhibbl' scribed in burnt maroon ink.

Author:    Rhibbl         
Date:      Sun Jul 15 19:27:31
2007
Subject     Rhibbl Background

A small village is quietly nestled
under tall, dark pine trees.
No light shines forth from any window,
no fire is seen in the pits,
and no citizens can be seen moving around the
streets or alleyways.  In fact, 
the entire village is cursed, and it all has to
do with dark magic.
It happened quite early that morning.  Three dark cloud
wraiths swept
down upon the village and swallowed with their gaping mouths,
anything alive.

An old, withered hag with wiry gray hair looks down at the
cursed village.
She is standing on the crest of a large, snow covered mountain. 
The strong wind
makes her bony frame sway to it's violent rhythm.  With an evil
grin, she
cackles, while she proceeds to crick and contort her entire body.  Her
long, 
green robe whips in unison with the wind.

She has travelled a long
distance to be here, and a vision has brought her to
this point in time.  The
old hag also has no idea why she should seek out a
small child.  The old hag
only knows that the village is cursed and that
all the town inhabitants are
gone.  Her god, Morgion, asked her to complete
this task, or face certain
death.  

The old hag mutters quietly to a monkey bird hovering beside
her.

"Fly down to that thar village.  Seek out the weeee one and bring it back
to 
me, all in one piece.  It will be wrapped in a dirty red sash, and
hidden
in a chicken coop.  Do not come back without the child AND the
sash."

The hairy, brown monkey-bird cocks it's head to one side, and
begins
to chatter loudly.  After a quick hover in a wind stream, the
monkey-bird
dives down in search of the not-yet-named humanoid, Rhibbl. 

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.'