An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Savolie.

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 leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Savolie' scribed in brilliant yellow ink.

Author:    Savolie        
Date:      Wed Sep 22
13:20:25 2010
Subject     Diseased.

Savolie woke up in
the morning with a horrible cought. The body ached and
the
half-elven ears seem to pound so hard that it seemed they might
start
bleeding. The eyes pained too, each blink brought back new
pain. 

For the last few weeks the world around Savolie seemed to
be changing, every
sensation was exagerated to the point of pain.
What was going on? No one
knew. Last week, Savolie boarded a ship
towards the port city of Caergoth.
Aunt Nalia lived there,
perhaps she knew something more about this..
"disease". The trip
was in vain, there was nothing Nalia could do and now,
back at
home, things seemed the same, jus just worst.

So much talk of a
war, and yet no cleric had time to really help Savolie.
Shame,
these were supposed to be the best times of youth. Now
Savolie
embarcs on a new journey, This time to the city of
Solace, perhaps a Shaman
in the vecinity might know better what
is wrong with Savolie. 

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.'