An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Swervin.

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 large book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Swervin' scribed in dark yellow ink.

Author:  Swervin
Date    Thu Aug 11 17:44:20 2005
Stamp   1123800260
Subject  Swervin Leaftoe's history


Swervin was born one morning in the early spring outside
Kendermore. His
mother, upon finding she was with child, had attempted to return
to her home
in Kendermore (if anyone's home in Kendermore can truly be said
to be theirs).

A few weeks after Swervin was born his mother left him with a
group of gully
dwarves who were making themselves at home in the kendermore
dump. Soon after
that the gully dwarves left Swervin with a group of Kender who
had invaded the
dump in search of whatever it was that had entertained the gully
dwarves so
much.

A few months later, when the group of Kender had satisfied their
curiousity
with the dump they introduced Swervin to his Uncle Tarhand
Whistlenose (so
called because of his tendancy to whistle loudly while he slept,
which led to
some trouble with a brass dragon once, but that's another story).

After several seasons of living with his uncle, Swervin began to
get the urge
to see new places, meet new people, and investigate just what
they were
carrying in their packs. So, on a cold spring morning, much like
the day he
was born, Swervin set out to see what could be found out in the
vast world
around him.

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.'