An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ruck.

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 massive tome bound in dragonskin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ruck' scribed in vibrant yellow ink.

Author:    Ruck           
Date:      Mon Apr 19
23:10:24 2010
Subject     BG Story

This is long
overdue, sorry folks.

It was very apparent there was something
wrong with Ruck, even at a young age. He lived with a 
pack of
merchant Neidar nomads who possessed different skillsets. His
father was a hunter and 
leatherworker, one of the strongest men
of his pack, and his mother was a druid, devout of 
Chislev. The
first time he can remember his father bringing home a fresh kill
and working with 
the flesh of the beast, he grew this lust
inside him and stared hypnotized as his father 
explained. He
started to try to mimick his fathers behavior, killing small
rodents and playing 
with their corpses. Many times his mother
would scold him, hoping her son would grow out of this
horrid
phase, but it only got worse.

In Ruck's teenage days, he would
visit libraries and collect books on his travels. He began to

try to educate himself, rather than follow in his father's
trade, which he began to find too 
mundane for his liking. His
obsession with corpses never died however, and he started to

familiarize himself with human and beast anatomy... many times
firsthand, goring cadavers next 
to giant bonfires at night.

His
pack began to see that this was not just a phase, and that Ruck
was clearly insane, so they 
had a pack meeting and decided to
throw him out. His parents, extremely upset, wished Ruck good

luck on his travels. Ruck travelled and travelled, looking for
other folks like himself, and 
found a cult of necromancers. When
he learned of The Lord of Death, Chemosh, he immediately 
joined
the cult, convinced that this was his life calling.

After years
of prayer and meditation, Chemosh began bestowing unholy power
upon Ruck, who is 
slipping even deeper and deeper into
insanity.

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 mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'