An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ulthar.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ulthar' scribed in deep orange ink.

Author:    Ulthar         
Date:      Mon Nov 13 15:37:19 2006
Subject  A reawakening

The hall erupted in a resounding cheer as everyone toasted the Lord High Warrior
one last time. "Thank you gents, but now I must bid you all a good night,"
Ulthar said, rising to leave. As he walked through the empty halls of the keep,
thoughts began invading Ulthar's mind, eradicating any joy he felt. These
thoughts, though ever present, came with more force around his birthday As each
year passed, the nightmares became worse. Now 35, Ulthar seemed to get them
everywhere he went. Sighing heavily, Ulthar walked upon the battlements and
looked out across Palanthas. It truly was a beautiful city, though recently the
gate guards had become less restrictive about who they let in. Taking a deep
breath, Ulthar went into his thoughts, allowing them control.

"My son, I have no wish for you to be a warrior."

"But father, all the men in our family were great knights. All of my friends
know the stories of the Tivarius line, all the back to my grandfather's
grandfather."

"My boy, they may know some stories, but few know all the tales of our
line."

"Tell me father, I must know!"

"In due time.....in due time."

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.'