An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Taur.

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 'Taur' scribed in burnt red ink.

Author:    Taur           
Date:      Thu Nov  6 23:34:57 2008
Subject     Neophyte


This story is of an eternal journey for peace and solitude, one
that has led
an elf of the wilds, a Kagonesti, to the embrace of the master of
all minds, Majere:

Taur was born in the forests of Qualinost, a city of peace and
strength for his
Qualinesti elven brothers, but a living hell for his kind. For
his family were 
Kagonesti, slaves in the eyes of the Qualinesti and members of
the House of Servitor, 
the lowest of the hierarchical classes of Silvanesti elves. Those
who escaped their 
fate as negotiable slaves were hunted as sport and Taur's family
was no exception. 
Although Taur's parents could count themselves lucky, having
escaped the persecution 
of the higher elves for some time now, the birth of their newborn
slowed their 
pace of retreat. On one fine night when the moon of Lunitari
burned a crimson red 
in the horizon, the little Taur resting in a manger lost his
parents to a brutal 
Qualinesti raid.

It has been said that it was at the behest of Taur's parents that
the gods found it 
fit to grant Taur a second chance at life that his parents never
had. A kind elderly 
Qualinesti warrior, a part of the raiding detail that slew Taur's
parents, found it 
in himself to do the unthinkable. He stole the young slave from
the manger, and split
from his group. Bringing the little one back to his home, he
heralded the little one
as his own, thus sparing the wilf elf the once-inevitable fate of
slavery and death. 
Perhaps bearing the guilt for having played a part in the killing
of the young elf's 
only family, he schooled the young one in the elvish arts and
imbibed in him the virtues of
pacifism and frugality. When the young elf's time of maturity
came, he told the young elf
of his past and true roots. It was then that the elderly
Qualinesti passed away, resting 
in the knowledge that his past sins were atoned for.

Now a grown elf and nearly a century old, Taur set out to find
his purpose, for he
knew he did not belong in the bustling city that Qualinost was.
He wandered for years 
in the woods, finally setlling upon an abandoned hut. There was
no reason for this, he just
knew in his heart that this was where his destiny lay. It was
here that the god Majere
revealed himself to Taur and brought him under his tutelage. He
was to be a monk, an ally
to the servants of good and bane to the creatures who would
oppose those ideals. Majere 
led him from the abandoned hut one day when he was ready and left
him at the grand doors 
of the Holy Order of the Stars, a rare symbol of peace and
solidarity in these times of war. 

The journey of Taur is only just about to begin.

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 mentions 'We have had over 890 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'