An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zyron.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zyron' scribed in blue ink.

Author:  Zyron
Date    Fri Aug  5 01:27:15 2005
Stamp   1123223235
Subject  The Hourglass Known as Time


Zyron took a seat in his usual place at a tavern located in Palanthas. After
ordering some ale he began to contemplate about his past and the paths he had
traveled thus far.

He had a rather dull childhood, being the son of two poor clerics who lived in
a small village near Neraka. His father had dreams of one day becoming a
Knight of Takhisis, but those dreams were taken from him when he was ambushed
and murdered by a pair of rogue thieves. Grief stricken his mother abandoned
him while he was only a few winters old. He grew up as an orphan, labeled a
bastard by many, he kept to himself for most of his childhood. He lived off
the kindness of fellow villagers till the age of thirteen, when he decided to
leave his small village in search of other things. He eventually found himself
in the city known as Sanction where he met an old cleric in search of an
apprentice. For some reason this old man took him in, seeing some sort of
potential within him, although he had only minimal knowledge of the art of
healing. The days turned into months, months into years, until he stood before
his masters grave, growing up from a boy to a man, being 20 years of age.
After thanking the old man in prayer for the knowledge and skills he had
bestowed on him he left Sanction and journeyed on. He eventually made his way
to Palanthas where he had hopes of joining an order known as the Holy Order.

Waking up after seemingly dosing off, Zyron finds a few empty glasses of ale
besides him along with an angry barmaid. After settling his debt he walks
outside and holds onto a pendant of Takhisis, a keepsake of his deceased
master and continues on.

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.'