An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tarrian.

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 thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tarrian' scribed in faded yellow ink.

Author:    Tarrian        
Date:      Wed Mar  4
16:22:38 2009
Subject     A small campfire...nothing
more

"It's small. No one will be able to see it," the
girl whispered, talking
to herself as she fed small twigs and
leaves to the tongue of fire on the
ground. "I have to hide it.
They won't understand if they find me this
time," she thought,
shielding the small flame with her body. 

Slowly the tongue of
fire crept to life, still small, yet enough for what
the girl
wanted. With little waste of motion, the girl bowed her head
over
the flame, her lips moving in quiet prayer. She spread her
arms slowly, as
though to embrace the flame, but remained a bit
away from it so not to be
burnt. "Command me. I am your obedient
servant," were the last words out of
her mouth as a nearby sound
had the girl extinguishing the flame with dirt
and grass from the
hole she had dug. She slowed her breathing to a steady,
quiet
rhythm as she listened to what was around her. The shadow she
feared
slowly moved away from her. She closed her eyes, hoping
that she had been
able to hide effectively. 

She waited for
nearly an hour, not moving, listening. When she thought that
all
was clear, she stood up and quietly moved back the direction she
had
come from. 

The village lay ahead of her and she quietly
slipped back into her bedroom
and under the blankets. Again
slowing her breathing, she drifted off to the
world where her
dreams seemed to speak to her, giving her direction.


Author:    Tarrian        
Date:      Mon Mar
30 03:25:28 2009
Subject     In search of answers

The
sleep was restful and definately needed. Tarrian pushed off the
warm
blankets that she used as she slept and slowly rose from the
bed she had
found refuge in and walked quietly to the door. She
pushed it open and

peeked outside, looking for the two men who
had rescued her. They were
nowhere to be seen, which she thought
was a bit unusual. Wanting to look
more, she opened the door wide
and stepped out into the hallway. She looked

one way down the
hall, then turned to look the other when a guard with a red
sash
over his shoulder and chest grabbed her arm. 

"Who are you?" he
demanded, the force of his grasp causing her to wince.
When she
did not answer, he grabbed her other arm and gave her a
fierce
shake. "I asked you a question," he said, the fierceness
of his voice
causing her to try to pull away. "Where are the men
who brought me here?"
she asked, her voice timid and meek. "Who
are you?" the guard asked a third
time, shaking her again.
"Tarrian," she murmured. "I was brought here by two
men, but I
can't find them," she said, again trying to pull away from
the
guard.

The guard released her arms, looking at her with a
practiced gaze. "Who was
it that brought you here?" the guard
asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "I
don't remember their names,
but one of them had a wolf by his side," she
said, lowering her
eyes. The guard snarled, again grabbing her arm. "Come
with me.
The watch commander will want to hear about this," he said,
pulling
her along behind him.

They walked through the strange
halls of the keep, the guard pulling Tarrian
along with him. He
stopped abrubtly at a well worn door, pounding on it with
his
free hand. A muffled "Enter" was called from inside the room. The
guard
pushed open the door and shoved Tarrian into the room, then
followed her in.
He stopped, saluting the older man sitting at
the desk. The man looked at
Tarrian. "Where did you find her?" he
demanded, his eyes seeming to bore
into her. "In one of the spare
rooms. She says that Dante brought her here
before he made the
decision to turn his back on the Queen," the soldier
said, his
eyes looking toward the stones behind the man. The man
nodded,
waving his hand. The guard saluted briskly and exited the
room, the boom of
the door seeming to sound terribly loud in
Tarrian's ears.

The man stood and walked in front of Tarrian.
"So, the traitor and his The
man stood and walked in front of
Tarrian. "So, the traitor and his little
minion found you and
forgot to take you with them when they snuck out like
villians,"
he said, his voice full of malice and hatred. "What's
special
about you?" he asked, glaring at her. She shook her head.
"I don't know what
they saw in me. I only know that they said I
was like them in what I was
seeking," she said, drawing her hand
together in front of her. The man
stepped forward, grabbing her
upper arm. "What are you, girl?" the man
demanded. "I don't
know," she said, trying to pull away. The man sneered.
"Well, I
guess we'll just have to see exactly what you are made of,"
he
said, glaring at her. 

Author:    Tarrian       

Date:      Fri Apr 10 12:11:17 2009
Subject    
Learning

Still the air of speculation and untrust settled
over Tarrian's head. She
had been brought to serve the Queen,
then those who had seen potential in
her had left. Those names
now haunted her. 'Dante brought her
here...traitor, ' seemed to
repeat in her head. Shaking off the words, she
quietly left the
room she had been assigned to and made her way down the
hallways
toward the room that she seemed to spend most of her time in
now.

The grizzled old cleric sat in an overstuffed chair, his
head lolling from
side to side as he snored. Tarrian's knock at
the door woke him and he
grumbled at her as she entered to
continue learning what he could teach her.

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.'