An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aelroth.

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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aelroth' scribed in faded yellow ink.

Author:  Aelroth
Date    Sat Jan 19 20:06:11 2002



Subject  Aelroth's History



After the day's events, mostly the introduction to Wulfgar and
his dragon, I
was exhausted.  But somehow, I just couldn't fall asleep.  I just
laid at the
campsite, staring into the flames.

The dancing flames brought me back to my childhood--the nightmare
that I will
never forget.


It was hard work sowing the fields under the blaze of the
midsummer's sun, but
the serene sound of the ocean waves crashing into the cliffside
took your mind
off it all.

You could till the land from dusk til dawn yet remain oblivious
to your
surroundings under the spell of the calm ocean breeze.  That was
the problem.

They struck without warning.  Their newly docked ship was no
sooner noticed
than the entire village was up in smoke.  My peace was destroyed,
my way of
life.

I just stood there, safely hidden in the fields as my homeland
was burnt to
the ground.  The pirates set sail under the cloak of evening.


Tears rolled down my cheeks in remembrance.  That was the fateful
day in which
I left home, an orphan.  I began to study the art of magic in my
travels.

Through the guidance of the dark moon Nuitari, I sought power.  I
shunned the
world, absorbed in my bitterness...and my magic.

Destruction?  Is that the power I have been seeking all of this
time? The dark
cleric Wulfgar has powers beyond my fantasies, yet he lives a
life of honor
and duty.  He lives with a purpose, serving the mighty Dark Queen
with his
fellow knights.

Do I really want power?  Maybe all of I have been searching for
was a family
and a place to call my home.

I drifted into a calm sleep with this flowing through my mind



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Thu May  2 13:58:17 2002



Subject  Takhisis' library



After catching word that my patron knight, Master Trevalin
Coldfire, had left
south due to his experiences in the great war, I felt obliged to
follow him.

Still a knight-in-training, an acolyte, I felt lost without the
guidance of my
master.  I always had a friend in magic, but a part of me felt
missing.  So I
persued him.

Suddenly, my legs refused to take another step.  After stumbling
upon a rogue
camp under the cloak of night, I had decided to move on - there
was nothing of
interest.

But somehow, something had caught my vigilant stare.  The tiniest
of orbs,
firmly grasped in the hand of a cloaked rogue, was near invisible
in the pitch
darkness.

A faint aura of power surrounded the sphere of black nothingness
- an aura
that found its way deep into my memory.

This was an orb from my dream, my vision from Takhisis herself! 
Without my
remembering that I put it there, I found the orb within my
pouches.

Thorougly exhausted, I camped in an nearby cave, but not near
enough for the
rogues to discover me.


I awoke with a feeling of anxiety.  Something wasn't normal, that
was for
sure, but the cave was still dark.

The only light present was illuminating from within my pack. 
What I had in
there that glowed a pure, radiant white light, I did not know, so
I went over
to investigate.

What I found was the most suprising thing yet.  A white scroll,
infused with
the power of the white moon Solinari and shining with an equal
radiance, had
somehow found its way into my pack.

Why would Solinari, protector of the White Robes of the Conclave
and hunterer
of renegades like myself, assist my quest by giving me her
scroll.

This was truly a bizarre find, one I was sure was related to the
library in my
vision.  I had no time to wonder, however, in my search for
Master Trevalin.

I left immediatly, before dawn, so I would not fall even more
behind.  For the
first time in my apprenticeship in the Knights of Takhisis, I
felt needed. 
And I was not going to fail them, not now.


oocly: I'm adding the black orb of power and a white scroll to
our search. 
Solinari gave me the white scroll some time ago, and I thought it
would be
cool to incorporate it into the rp.  Hope that helps.

Aelroth



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Sat May  4 18:51:18 2002



Subject  Undead Flight



I could feel their biting touch graze my neck as I ran through
the Khalkist
woodlands.

On and on I ran from their icy gaze, oblivious to where I was,
oblivious to
where I was going.

Unaccostumed to such physical excersion, my legs soon tired, and
I found
myself surrounded, and too winded to move on.

I had winded my way along a westward past, shrouded in fog.  I
had hit a dead
end at the worse possible time.

I attempted to gather myself for a final assault and tried not to
think about
the impossibility of harming the already dead.

I was thinking these thoughts when it hit me, the aura of magic
that
surrounded a pair of rocks on the wall of my cage.

In desperation I tore at the rocks, grasping at the nooks and
cranies in hopes
of a miracle.  As the horde closed in, I took one last desperate
thrust at the
rocks...and I fell straight through.

In my flight, I had inadvertedly stumbled upon the lair I had
been seeking
after my vision from the goddess, Takhisis.  I was unconcerned
with this at
the moment, however, as I laid upon the ground, suceptible to the
wrath of the
undead.

Using the last ounce of energy I had, I uttered the first words
that found my
tongue, a flash of light spell.

I had no time to ponder the effects on the ghouls, as I blacked
out possibly
for my last sleep.


oocly: I collected my 20 undead items and stumbled upon
Annexamender's Lair in
my flight.

Aelroth



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Wed May 15 15:44:42 2002


Subject  Library Quest




I couldn't believe it.  It wasn't there.  The magical tome had
fascinated me
on my prior visit before the War.  And now it wasn't there.

It was possible that the library, obscurely hidden in the small
village
Goodland, was ransacked during the plights of the War, but I
doubted it.

Kendermore was no more than a few leagues from the library, and I
found it
hard to believe that an army would conviscate the one tome I was
looking for
then leave the place otherwise undisterbed.  No, this smelled of
Kender.

As I strolled into town, I immediatly felt reluctant to do so. 
Kender seem
small and harmless enough, despite their curiosity, but in a city
like
Kendermore, you are swarmed by thousands of the damn things.  My
grey robes
amound with pockets and pouches didn't help my cause either.

I had no idea how I was going to pinpoint the tome that had the
strange mark
amidst people that know nothing of posesion.

Although I was still groggy at the time, I was positive that the
symbol on the
wall of Annexamender's lair was the same I had seen so long ago
in the tome
that I sought.  Of course when I agreed to search for it on my
own, I never
dreamed that Kender would become involved.  Why does everything
have to be so
complicated?

I was tugged back into reality by the nimble fingers of a Kender
that had been
following me since my entrance into the city.

"Hello Mr. Wizard.  You are a wizard, are you not.  No, you don't
have to tell
me.  I knew because of your robes and pouches.  I very observant,
so you know.

Anyway, I was wondering if you would be willing to teach me some
magic tricks.
 I'm a big magic fan, and I'm trying to learn some of my own
tricks, but I
accidently blew up the inn I was staying at.

Well, blew up might be a bit strong.  In fact, a great majority
of the
foundation remained intact and there weren't even any casualties.
 Of course,
not many people stay at the same inn as I do.  I wonder why that
is?"

I could only stare back in amazement as the little fellow droned
on.

"But back to the magic tricks, you wouldn't mind of course, would
you?  While
your at it, show me how to use this little gizmo.  I couldn't
help but notice
that you dropped it back around the gate, and I had the foresight
to pick it
up for you.

I've got some great looking toys kind of like it.  I have my own
mage
labratory of spooky stuff!  Here, I'll take you there so you can
show me your
magic tricks.

I almost forgot, Pesstleknot Greenleaf at your service.  But you
can call me
Dalamar the Dark.  That is a big, scary wizard name, so I changed
my name to
that.  Come on, my laboratory is this way."

And before I knew it, I was being led to a magic laboratory by
Dalamar the
Dark.

"Isn't it great?  I've been collecting this stuff for almost a
week."

Little did Dalamar know that his collection was more than great. 
It was
priceless.  Magical artifacts, dating back to pre-Cataclysm were
scattered
about in heaps all of his hideaway.  But I couldn't tear my eyes
away from an
obscure tome in one of his many piles.

This was the tome, the one with the symbol, that I had been
looking for the
whole time!  What luck had me find it without even looking in a
city of mazes?

Now, the question was how could I take it from the Kender...

"Ok big wizardy guy, let's see a trick.  I'll just plop down here
and watch. 
I'm a very good listener, as you no doubt have noticed."

"Alright Dalamar, here goes.  Make sure you watch your tome
closely."

Here was my chance, and I pounced on it.  The tome began
levitating, slowly
rising higher and higher of the Kender's awed face.  And then, it
exploded in
a shower of sparks and color.  I felt for the tome in my pockets,
and indeed
it was there.

The Kender was dumbfounded by my performance, and insisted that I
give him
instructions.

"Simply turn around three times while muttering 'Abra Kadabra'
under your
breath.  Now why don't you go practice on some of your friends?"



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Thu May 23 14:44:53 2002


Subject  Library Part 4




'Dalamar, please slow down.  I realize you are excited and full
of energy,
but there are two normal people back here in desperate need of
oxygen.' We
had reached our fourth peek of the day, and the glint of the sun
off of dew
was still present.  Dalamar was in heaven, darting here and
there, nearly
falling off several cliff faces, and Kylastra and I were
stumbling along in
his wake.

After all, how can one expect two studious spell casters to keep
up with a
hyper kender?

'Explain to me again...why this, this kender...is following us
around?'
Kylastra exclaimed as she toppled upon a rock, gasping for
breath.

'Takhisis must be punishing us for something,' I managed to
blurt out
before collapsing right on the path.  'And I must have done
something REALLY
bad this time.' 'Come on guys, you're resting again?  This is
the third
time this week!  I thought you said that Mistress Kaelay was in a
hurry to
meet up with us?' said my little friend, giving us a quiet
exaggerated
frown.

'Easy for you to say, Dalamar.  We're back here carrying all
the
supplies.'  'Why did we need all these supplies again?' I
asked Kylastra
for the billionth time, out of the kender's hearing.

'Mistress Kaelay said we'd need them.  We will still have a
lengthy journey
from when we meet up with her near the undead town.  You know,
the kender is
right.  We really should be going.' 'Don't remind me' I
muttered, rising
to my feet.  'I don't think I can take the company of our
little magic
friend much longer.  If he shows me another trick, I'll
just...' 'Look
guys!' shouted Dalamar, right on cue.  'I found some
mulberries.  Those
are great for sleeping spells.' 'Why me, my Goddess?  What
did I ever
do?'



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Wed May 29 13:34:32 2002


Subject  Library End




'A dragon?  No way, I don't believe it.' Dalamar started
poking the
disguised Kylastra with his hoopak.  Can you do something
dragony,
Khylastra, like breath fire or eat me?  The kender was still
dubious.

I was as suprised as the kender, although it would have probably
been better
off of lady Kaelay had not told either of us the truth.  Kaelay
jerked me back
into reality with a poke.  'You realize the complexity of the
spell I am to
cast,

I assume.  You are a mage after all.'  Her solemn stare sent
a shiver down
my spine.

'Yes, I am aware.  I will ask Decred's help to guard you in
your, how shall
I say it, long nap.  I'll need Kylastra's help in restoring the
temple.' She
nodded gravely and went about her spell.  I turned my attention
back to the
task at hand: the restoration of the temple.  Lord Decred was
doing the actual
rebuilding, luckily, and I only needed to add enchantments.

Even so, I probably won't have the energy to move about for a
couple of days.

Of course, I needed to decide what enchantments to add first...

'Hey mister wizard man.  I think I found some great magical
goodies lying
about (someone was carless to drop them where they were) and I
was wondering
if you could show me how to use them?' First enchantment:
kenderproof the
temple.



Author:  Aelroth
Date    Wed May 29 14:15:36 2002


Subject  Library End Part II




It says here, in the diary of the great Annexamender, that he
sealed his great
temple from the prying eyes of Conclave mages with a barrier
which he called
the boundless.

The boundless was made up of a constant maelstrom that encircled
the area
surrounding the temple, but left a calm eye over the temple
itself.

The boundless protected the temple's secrets with the four
elements: water,
wind, fire, and earth.  The spell itself is the most complex I've
ever seen.

I guess the kender was useful in finding the diary, if he has
been useful in
nothing else.

No time to dwell, however, if I am to finish the spell anytime
soon.  It will
probably take an hour to cast, who knows how long to memorize.

I began the incantation on the same eve that Kaelay began her
resurection.  I
couldn't help but feel vulnerable.  I didn't have the time nor
energy to cast
a shield of protection of Mistress Kaelay and myself and still
recreate the
boundless.

I had to rely on Lord Decred and Kaelay's dragon to protect us
from harm's
way, and they were occupied rebuilding.

I cleared all worries, all doubts from my head and began the
enchantment.  The
words flowed from mouth, unknowingly from their speaker.  I felt
the returning
warmth from the familiar magic, but this was much more powerful,
intoxicating.

Time flowed, and the spell progressed without mishap, until the
very end.  I
was mere seconds from finishing when Dalamar approached me.  By
this point, I
was so drained that my words were barely audible.

'Mister wizard man, I hate to say it but...I'm bored' 'I
was thinking of
going back home, to Kendermore, or go off adventuring somewhere. 
The truth
is, all this big scary stuff was fun at first, but it is rather
dull and
boring after the first couple of minutes...' I nearly
misspronounced a
syllable in shock.  I tried madly to concentrate and not break
the spell.  It
had only now occured to me that I might be burying all of us in
the fury of
the boundless.

I didn't even think of leaving the temple when I began, how
stupid am I?

I uttered the last syllable and collapsed.  My last thoughts were
of the
nightmare I might have gotten us all into...trapped within the
boundless in
the company of the revived Annexamander and a bored kender.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'