An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Shelke.

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 bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Shelke' scribed in earth-colored grey ink.

Author:    Shelke         
Date:      Wed Jan 21
22:31:58 2009
Subject     Shelke, Agent of Evil

Walking
away from the battle the warrior moves her hand up and pushes
her
dark red hair from her face. Catching her breath, Shelke sits
against a tree
and removes her helmet. As she catches her breath
she slowly drifts to
sleep. In her dreams, she thinks about how
she got to where she is. She
thinks about when she was younger
and training with her father. During their
sessions all her
father would do is scold her about following the righteous
path,
becoming a Knight in the service of the Solace. The
lectures
continued, for 17 years, day after day, session after
session. Then one day,
around the time Shelke turned 17, her
father looks at her and says. 

"It's time that you decide what
you want to do Shelke, you are of proper age to go about your
life as you will."

Shelke looks up at her father, dark red hair
covering half her face.

"Why do you ask Father? So that you can
scold me on becoming what you want, not what I wish?"

Nilbus
looks upon his daughter with concern.

"What are you saying? That
what I wish for you isn't what you want?"

Shelke screams and
draws her sword, thrusting it into the chest of her
Father.

"Never will I follow your footsteps. I take what I want.
I kill who I wish. Nothing will hinder me, even
yourself."

Removing her sword, Shelke grins slightly at the
sight of her Father's life drain out of him. Stepping back, she
turns
and enters her house, gathering her belongings and setting
out for Neraka. Here she would meet many others like
herself.
Snapping awake and grasping her hilt, Shelke scans the
area only to realize she is still alone. Slightly discouraged
at
the lack of battle, she stands and sets off towards Palanthas.
Here she hopes to find a member of the Dragonarmy, so she
can
submit herself into the service of her Deity, Takhisis.

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.'