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 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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Xanra' scribed in glowing orange 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 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'