An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vladas.

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 gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Vladas' scribed in earth-colored grey ink.

Author:    Vladas         
Date:      Tue Mar 16
09:22:35 2010
Subject     Vladas: Searching for a
purpose.

Vladas' mind wondered as he sat in silence on
the floor. As far back as
he could remember he had been on his
own and forced to provide for himself.
After the years past he
came into his own and was able to do what he needed
to get by.
Events that occured throughout his life where ordinary
when
compared to the dreams Vladas had in his mind. He was
certain that one day
he would fight for a cause that he could
believe in. And he had spent his
whole life searching, waiting
for the right opportunity to do so. The idea
of adventuring
distant lands seemed right for him. He was no stranger to
battle
either. Vladas often thought about triumphing on the battlefield.
The
sound of footsteps in the distance breaks Vladas'
concentration for a
moment. As his eyes open and begin to focus
he realizes the hour must be
late. Darkness covers the empty room
making it hard to see the surroundings.
Vladas feels around for
his pack and begins to stand up. He had been
maditating for quite
some time now. Earlier that after noon something had
been
bothering him. Trips to the temple always seemed to sooth his
on-edge
nerves. He calmly walked to the door and made his way
down the long hallway
to the capel. Vladas bowed his head at the
altar and muttered something to
himself before turning and
walking out to the main entrance of the temple.

People gathered
around fires throughout the city but paid no attention to
the
half-elf wondering That is how he preferred it. As long as he was
by
himself, he could be at peace. Vladas had come to realize that
the people
you trust most can turn on you for reasons out of our
control. It seemed
primative to him that people would gather and
settle in one location for
years or even lifetimes. That false
sense of reality made creatures weak in
his eyes.

He continued
down the street and thought to himself. Reaching the docks
he
leaned against a pole and waited to boared the ferry. The
sound of the sea
echoed out into the distance and the smell of
water filled the air. Taking
another deep breath Vladas thought
about where he was headed. Even he didn't
know. The handfull of
coins he had in his bag was enough to get by, but he
would
eventually have to do what was necessary to ensure survival.
Turning
around and taking in one last look at the city Vladas
smiled and remembered
why he had come in the first place. To bid
farewell to some commoners and
prepare himself for the journey
that was to come.... 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'