An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Shiv.

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 'Shiv' scribed in burnt brown ink.

Author:    Shiv           
Date:      Sun Dec  2
20:14:30 2007
Subject     Outsider. (Background)

It's
been many moons since me kin're hearin from the likes o'
meself.
They taked me from the mountain we call home at a young
age, a shady group
most ain't fer hearin about, and denyin what
they do be hearin just the
same. A small gatherin of our kind
that received trainin from the forest
folk, Ol Treebeard Hisself
handed down such knowledge about those from other
planes breakin
out of the deepest parts of the Abyss to be wreakin misery
among
the mortal races of Ansalon. They choosed a few from all of the
races,
Outsiders to hunt down the outsiders... Trained in the
ways of nature, given
a blessing by both Zivilyn and Reorx alike,
our gathering grows smaller,
less are so willing to associate
with the likes o' us... Ive seen
generations come and go, and it
be time to show the rest o' me kin that
demons are a very real
threat... From the deepest bowels of Thorbardin on to
hidden
gates and tears in the very existence of our reality,
they
come...They bring with them a terrible hunger... Ye wont be
findin me much
different than any o the rest of ya. Im a dwarf to
me bones, hard as the
stone of our home. I bring a different way
of fightin them enemies that
plague us, Im a demon hunter. A Hell
Ranger, most everyone just calls us
Outsiders, much like them
demons we hunt. 

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.'