An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Xanra.

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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Xanra' scribed in earth-colored green ink.

Author:    Xanra          
Date:      Mon May 25
02:11:39 2009
Subject     Strange, and stranger yet

It
was wierd, leaving the comfort of her home to travel to a place
she
had never been so that she could learn more about Habbakuk.
That, and she
had never been that far from her home. Haven was
even farther than she had
thought possible. 

He was strange to
her. The mask on his face covered his looks, hiding them
from the
public eye. And he was rude and uncouth when she had thought he
was
from the temple.

Yet he had come and released her from the
prison that her parents had sent
her into. And the Matron Mother
had allowed her to leave, not realizing that
the strange human
knew nothing about her, nor seemed to care what was being
done.
Instead he had cleverly lied his way past the "guardian" and had
taken
her into the city. Her freedom seemed to lurk before her.
And it was
something she wanted. 

Author:    Xanra    
     
Date:      Mon Jun 22 02:43:19 2009
Subject    
Lost and taken on the trail

It was a simple task. She was
supposed to gather firewood for the camp.
How was she supposed to
know that it would be harder work than she had ever
done in her
life. Then again, most things were actually work for
her.
Pampered and spoiled, Xanra spend her entire life before she
ran away from
the temple in Haven at her parents home is
Silvanost. She'd had tutors,
maids, and people who did things for
her. That was before she had become
bored at the small temple
where she'd been sent to further her instruction
in the clerical
duties of followers of Habbakuk.

Haven was where she'd seen and
met 'him'. He helped her escape from the
temple and from under
the watchful eyes of the house matron. He had traveled
and had
allowed her to tag with him, not once begrudging her for her lack
of
knowledge. In fact, he had offered to show her things and
teach her what he
could about travel, camping, and things that
she would have never learned in
Silvanost. 

It was he who had
sent her on the task to pick up fallen wood for a small
fire at
the camp. And it was he that she had thought was following her.
And
it was her mistake that she had followed the sounds into the
woods. 

They were ugly, the things that grabbed her and carried
her deeper into the
woods. They didn't even have a civilized
tongue. They only grunted and made
other strange sounds to each
other.

They pulled, carried, and shoved her along with them for
at least 6 turns of
the moon. Xanra followed, quiet after the
thing which had grabbed her had
backhanded her when she had
protested on the first day.

She had no clue where she was. To
her, all of her surroundings looked
exactly alike. But this day
her captors seemed a bit more agitated than they
were on the
other days. They chattered in their gutteral language, seeming
to
be excited more than other times. They also kept looking at her,
pointing
and hissing in her direction. And because of this, she
found herself very
afraid for her life. And for the millionth
time in the past few days, she
wished that she had never left the
safety of the temples. 

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.'